As I sort through these thoughts, I'm realizing there is a connection to place. The major event that effected my energy and depression the most, was the alleged murder of Regis Korchinski-Paquet. The fact that she lived, and died down the street was extremely disturbing. That could've been someone in my chosen family or community. I know racism lives here, and that KKKanada is no better than the States, but something about the local visual and connection has been gut-wrenching. The night I heard about her murder, I shared the news with my sibling and partner, we sat in silence for a while. And then I tried to think about what I could do to help.