Each day since the presidential election in 2016 I have mourned. Since the inauguration, everyday I feel like I am a stranger in a strange land. I learned early on to stop saying 'it can't get any worse.' (Hang in there, this post gets better.) Every human right I have worked towards advancing in my 30 years of practice seemed to be crumbling. My furious social worker self calls, writes, tweets, gives money, protests, develops action plans, and supports individuals experiencing the many injustices occurring. This advocacy behavior is not new to me, but the frequency has increased tenfold. I experienced a despondency and burn out my optimism of the past would not allow. I felt hopeless.
And then came #metoo