FIGHT- Wyatt Waddell

I have never felt as tired in my twenty years of life than in these past three months, these past two weeks especially. It is an exhaustion that is not foreign to me, but has been magnified by the images of black bodies beaten from blue, thrown unto the ground, poisoned in the face—assaulted in every thinkable way. I have struggled to find pockets of joy or even a semblance of peace within myself as I am traumatized every time I turn on my television or swipe up on my black phone screen.