Well, that was quite a week wasn’t it.
On reflection, the emotions played out have been as unpredictable as the British weather. There have been spells of utter happiness, interludes of stress with a huge front of sadness and disbelief. In hindsight, I wish I had looked at the emotional forecast at the beginning of the week, as some emotions have hit with such force because we were so unprepared. The effect of this tumultuous week has left me quite low and downcast on this grey, Sunday afternoon.
The crack of thunder and lightning on Friday was what truly knocked me off my feet. That thunderous result of the referendum.
I’m not angry, I am just sad. Sad at the opportunities that might be lost for my children. Sad at the opportunities that might be lost for others. Sad that whilst we are still European, our relationship is now different. I hope that the future will be brighter and that life out of the EU will afford us the freedom that has been promised. At the moment, all I can feel is utter loss and grief for what has gone and will never be retrieved. I know that those who are pleased with the result have possibly felt this way for the last 40 years and this is by no means a challenge or attack on those who wanted to exit. Instead, I am trying to make sense of the rawness and depth of my emotions. I feel as though I have been punched in the stomach and have a constant feeling of dread and foreboding. Gosh, this all sounds dramatic, but it is truly how I feel. I feel that we have lost opportunities forever with no sense at all of how this chasm in our society will be filled. I don’t know what to tell my children about what the future might look like; I don’t know anyone who can.
Tomorrow is another day, the start of another week. The forecast at the moment looks unsettled with periods of sunshine; here’s hoping for a sunnier and brighter one.