Engaging with and understanding the structural nature of inequalities in the world is crushing, and it’s not just the weight on one’s shoulders. Sometimes it feels as if my very bones are heavy; the marrow weighed down with lead. Truth has turned my soul’s light spirit into the viscous tar of molasses. Opening your eyes to the light can help you see, but it can also blind you. That is not the fault of the light, but our bodies can only carry so much, and our eyes cannot continue to see without blinking.
