I know what to do with all this anger. If I couldn't turn anger into action, I'd be in a different line of work. But I don't know what to do with all this grief for the things that I wanted to do and to build in the next few years that will never happen now.
@evacide The grief-to-anger conversion, while both lossy and somewhat destructive, may yet be better than some alternatives.
@evacide yeah really. very well said, that captures how we're feeling as well as anything else i've read.
@evacide this. A million times this. I'm so so so angry. I don't fully know what to do with it either.

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The anger can be channeled, but it's a challenge. I'm in the extremely privileged position of sitting across the pond, so am not directly affected. Yet, I have too many friends and colleagues who do not have that luxury.

Have to battle my grief to not completely descend into cynicism and resignation. Its focus goes beyond the local impact, feeding of the heated up conflicts, the boost to the international right, and the tragic backsliding of global health and climate policy.

@evacide I’m grieving several issues right now (including our national nightmare), and have more past experience with it than I would like. I’ve found the best way, for me, is to try and find small things that bring me some joy and distract me. This buys time, and time helps with the healing. I baked some of my favorite pastries just because, and I’m currently working on a quilt for a friend’s new baby. The happy colors and soft textures are soothing. I’m still crying, but less often.
@evacide I know this feeling soooo much
@mdarweesh @evacide
Conversation with my Sister over dinner was about the same things. Anger and resolution for action. And grief for the things we were planning on building with the kids.
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А что конкретно произошло то?
@evacide soon we get to build new and wonderful things from the rubble

@evacide I'm turning into art, for now. And slowly thinking about how to resist effectively.

So much grief for potentials, and what terrible things will come.

But for now, channeling that into art.

It's that, or scream at every tesla driver stopped at the intersection I'm crossing as a pedestrian in San Francisco.

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I've been through this recently wrt a FOSS project I've volunteered on for over ten years, and which recently made some ridiculously bad (IMO) choices that left me feeling terrible whenever I thought of either it or the code I have been working on all year.

Grief was a big part. I think all you can do with grief is face it, but mixed with nice things and time away from the cause. So it helped me to step away from the project and community for a while and adjust my perspective.
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I spoke my mind a lot too when I did drop by, and still do when I see something I want to criticise related to the changes, which I didn't do previously.

After two months I'm amazed to have found new purpose in the same project, which surprisingly still builds on my work and I'm engaged as hell with that, and a new - much less ambitious - perspective on what the project will achieve.

And I've regained some balance in my life!
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I'm still sad about the loss of potential, but also usefully detached from and less identified with this project and that feels good.

Hope that helps in some way.
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@evacide is real id a bad thing?counting down
@evacide If you can find a way within yourself to "let go" of all anger, hate, revenge, and tribulation...there may come a realization of inner peace and acceptance that shows you that none of us can control anyone or anything. We really are, All one...
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Grief. You are right, that's what I feel.

I was watching the audition scene of Flashdance last night. I skipped forward to that scene, the rest of that movie doesn't set well for me. Anyway, I noticed I had tears in my eyes. I thought "what the heck?"

It's a joyful scene, but not That emotional. Then I realized that it did invoke some emotion, and my system is so loaded with grief right now that any additional emotion, joyful or not, was overload.