Holding space in Oakland
I’m struggling to understand how to feel after the Ghost Ship fire. Thirty-six people — just like me; just like those I love — died panicked and in pain. How does anyone process that hard truth? I felt guilty for showing deep sadness when I wasn’t personally tied to those who died and I wasn’t sure how to act, what to say or how to be. I can’t imagine what victims’ friends and families are going through. The thought is agonizing.
What I came to realize is I didn’t need to understand their pain.
