Breonna Taylor

 Breonna Taylor. 

I think I would just be a broken record if I said that I am at a loss for words right now. 

I woke up today, started working, and then read a notification update on a friend's Facebook profile about the MURDER case. None of the three officers were charged with her death. NONE of them. I immediately broke down. I started crying, bawling. I may not have known Breonna personally, but I could feel a punch in the gut and another tear where my heart is (or should be). It felt like a part of me had died, just like it has so many times in the past. With each #SayHer Name, #SayHisName, #SayTheirName, I find myself plunging into a deeper pit of despair, anger, sadness, and numbness. 

Once I started going through the grief cycle of hearing of another unarmed black person's death, I was suddenly reminded that I had to be on a call in 3 minutes. Thank you, Outlook Notifications. I guess. And now I get to go from being in pain, both physically and emotionally to testing my acting skills again! I get to put on a happy face and say, "I'm doing well. How are you?" as I start my next meeting with people who don't know me. With people who probably haven't even see this news. Or maybe even with people who don't care. 

I wish I had the ability to leave States sooner. I'm not looking forward to this election. I'm not looking forward to spending more time in this country. I want to leave. I want to escape. For good. I'm really tired of fearing for my life everyday. 

Rest in Power, Breonna.