Reblogging my own post because it’s the 2nd Brexit referendum anniversary and I don’t know what else to post. Last year, I made this big song and dance about forgiveness, but to be truthful, I don’t think I have done it. I thought I could try, at least, a bit, but it’s still too raw. I need more time to heal and if it has to take five years, then so be it.
A march is taking place in London today, which I will not be attending–at least not physically but will be there in spirit. I’ve been to two marches (which I posted about on blog) and it was absolutely fantastic, I hope I’ll get a chance to attend more marches, or similar events.
All the people will be brothers, are Ode To Joy lyrics.
We can hope.
Today is the anniversary of the Brexit referendum.
The past 12 months have been a rollercoaster of negative emotions, from anger to disappointment, to sadness and helplessness and rage so intense, it made me want to break things. That sick feeling when I woke up on the morning of 24th June 2016 to the referendum results? I never, ever want to experience that again, ever.
It’s exhausting and I’m tired of it.
So–what now? This now.
It was the song.
You know when you listen to a certain song and it, like, does something to you? I’m sure most of you have experienced it. So, I was listening to The Beatles–which is unusual for me as I normally favour 90s to present music, but I bought a ticket to see their museum in Liverpool, so I thought I should play me some of their tunes. Now, I’d known this…
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