I have found this week very overwhelming. I just couldn’t shake a mild sense of frustration, sadness and even a little bit of despair set in.

We continue to hear about the degradation of Black Lives, we continue to see Trump sinking lower and lower in his responses. Sickened by the stories we hear.

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Whatever you opinion on the JK Rowling tweets, the stories of the abuse of LGBTQ+ people with frightening regularity bring sadness. It’s Pride month, I don’t feel proud at the way people are being treated.

It is International Cares Week, when Carers should be celebrated for everything they do for so many vulnerable people, but all I have read about is Carers feeling de-valued, worthless, destroyed by the actions of a Government and services that should protect them.

One lady wrote; how she is often made to feel like she is describing her child as a burden, her child is not a burden, none of the people we care for are a burden, they are human beings that we love, that we live to support. But the need to fight to get every tiny scrap of support they need is the burden we carry. It’s exhausting, wearing and at times devastating.

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It is soul destroying, and makes you so angry that society does not place the worth on your child that you do, the worth this human being deserves, has a right to. You become bitter, defensive, resentful; not of your child but of the path your life takes and the impact on yourself and your family. You don’t recognise yourself remember the life you thought you’d have and you grieve it.

I have always been a bit of a moral crusader and this week I really began to wonder why do I bother, is any of it worth it, does anyone actually care?

After soul searching I realised; I care and that is what matters. All we can do is put one foot in front of the other and never stop caring, never stop acting. The difference you make may be small, but every step forward counts.

Who Cares?

Who Cares? I do! Sometimes people say I do it too much,
I fight for the voiceless and vulnerable and it’s often greeted with tuts!
Always shouting about something or saying people are wrong,
Demanding rights for the rightless, is her favourite song.
Why do I do this I wonder, it’s not that I have nothing to do, But because I care about everyone, even if I don’t know you.
Human life is a gift not matter how it is used,
Human life is precious, but for so many it’s abused.
Everyone of us should be equal, but sadly that’s not the case.
For some they seem to lack value, as part of the human race.
So, I will never quite in the corner, ignore the wrong that is done,
I won’t accept that’s the way it is, that some get to be number one.
I will ask for more in a loud voice, but only for those who have less,
For the ones who fight for the basics, the ones who live in distress.
The people who are deemed to be worthless, the ones who don’t seem to matter at all,
All the people who are different, who society is happy to maul.
I see you, I hear you, you matter and I value the life that you live
The colour of your skin, the wiring of your brain, or who you decide to sleep with.
None of these things should be an issue, people should not have to live in fear,
Social Justice is important, it’s the fabric of life we hold dear.
So I’ll continue to fight for those rights in every small way that I can,
Some may find it annoying and pointless, but it’s just part of who I am.
Who Cares? I Do! And I’m not ever going to stop!

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