The past few days have been hard. I’ve worried, I’ve cried and I’m nowhere close to having completed the five stages of grief. What happens next we do not know but one can only hope that all of the progress that has been made decades before does not get erased. As gutted as I am, I’m trying to find the hope that we will be united and that in my lifetime I will see that glass ceiling shattered into a million little pieces.
“Pain is real, but so is hope”