In crisis time ...

Humanizing what we have lived allows us to develop true empathy, and to be a message of encouragement today.

After the double earthquake in my country Venezuela, looking at friends through the eye of religion breaks friendships and kills empathy.

We are not angels, and the deepest respect, sometimes the deepest respect, the most powerful manifestations of respect are those that do not carry words, but gestures that touch deep fibers of our being.

Today was one of those days.

I was doing social work with a foundation near a building that had collapsed and I came across different religious altars, this tribute site where families honored the children who died or lost everything there.

There were no words, they were not necessary. The image alone made it clear to you that it was a powerful reminder that behind those rubble lie not only material remains, but stories that do not deserve to be forgotten.

Every day after the earthquake I remind myself that these are stories of people who lived, dreamed. I also think of those who are struggling to stand up today, trying to achieve well-being in times of Crisis…

He does not seek to console himself, nor will he return home to the thousands of victims, nor will he repair the lives of those who left. What was broken in the earthquake leaves a blank space, a pain that must be recognized and looked at.

Our group continues to unite wills to provide a space of containment, a collective embrace, an honor to life and the certainty that we will do something worthy with it.

We are living difficult times where no one escapes......it is the rich, the middle class and much more the poor class... Although only the rich and the fucked up are left here... It's scary to listen to the collective what they live day by day even to take a bread or just a rice to their mouth... people have already become incredulous, we have had to reinvent ourselves to calm a mind that only lives struggling every day to bring sustenance to the home, medicine, water, etc.
Often “it's not enough for that."

The Venezuelan lost sleep not only because of the serious situation of electric power in almost the entire country.. he is suffering, everything already generates anxiety, uncertainty, and that is worrying. I insist that the Venezuelan is not the same after this tragedy, he is a person wandering, disturbed, stressed, where catastrophic thoughts accompany him day by day and that is “more than alarming”" I would say too much.... We stopped believing years ago in man, in politicians, in invisible improvements.

In the face of uncertainty and pain, hope is not an illusion; it is our most powerful survival tool.It is the only thing that keeps us on our feet and gives us the clarity to move forward, one day at a time.

We got up from this together!

Janitze 💐