Everything feels crazy right now
Reflections on shining lights when the world feels clouded in darkness.
I’ve been thinking about the state of our world. The heaviness is palpable. Every morning I wake up and feel it all. As a multi-racial WOC, it’s a scary time to be an American. It’s a scary time to use my voice, to draw attention, to make waves.
I’ve been thinking a lot about activism, standing up for the rights of others, and fighting the good fight. It feels like a revolution is upon us, but I am not even sure what that means — or what we’re expected to do.
I’ve been thinking a lot about silence. And compliance. And being muted. About our voices, our stories, our lives, our opinions, our perspectives being pushed underground. We are not supposed to fight. We are not supposed to cause a scene. We are not supposed to be loud or defiant. Our lives are literally at risk right now.
Oppression is not a new thing. It’s been around forever. It’s come and gone in waves throughout societies and across time. Yet still, I sit here paralyzed. Not knowing what to do, what to say, how to make a difference.
As someone whose entire work revolves around voice and self-expression, I’ve felt like I am at an impasse. Frozen. Confused. Scared. In total shock.
As creatives, women and people of color, oppression is deeply woven into the fabric of our lineage. For centuries, our voices have been constrained, punished, or erased—spoken only at great risk, or allowed only within narrow, acceptable bounds. So when I see messages of silence and obedience being pushed into the world again, it feels impossible not to be triggered by the familiarity of it all.
Our voices matter. Diversity of thought and perspective matter. Stories matter. Platforms matter.
They matter now more than ever.
I don’t know all the answers, and I don’t always know the right words. But I know that creating space for voices to be heard—ours and others’—is more urgent than ever.
The time is now to lift voices, to challenge the messages that keep us muted, to demand space for every story that has been pushed aside. My mission is to channel rage into expression, to turn fear into action, to help others reclaim their power. Perhaps I can’t change the world, but I can hold space. I can shine a light. That is my work. And that is enough to start.