I'm reading "All The Light We Cannot See", and I'm crying, reading about World War Two and all the terrible, horrible things that happened,. And I realize that our world right now is not so different from Europe in the 1930's and I get scared and sad.
And I wonder why we humans, as a species, have learned nothing from the past, and keep repeating the same horrible actions, the hatred, the killing, the blind eye.
Why can't we practice compassion and kindness? Why can't we see that "other" people are no different than us? Why do we believe there is an other? There is only us, only we. And when we hurt another, we hurt ourselves and the whole world suffers.
A doc I used to work with killed herself. She was only 46. The world too much for her.
Jack struggles with the anger of others, fearful, remorseful, afraid that he will no longer be loved and I want to hit Gracie and understand that I am no different than anyone else who can hurt other people.
And I'm so tired. Tired of rhetoric, tired of hatred, tired of bullshit.
It's been a tough week, so many new patients, so much pain and suffering. People hoping for miracles where none exist.
I know this will pass but right now, it's painful.