Beginning of a movement

So I want to believe that all that has transpired in the past week is the beginning of a movement, any movement, but I feel locked into a state of inertia . I find it hard to read, see or hear anything that has to do with that man in D.C.. I realize that this is not ok , and that I can not hide from the reality but I want to. Perhaps this is just me, the person I am, afraid of so many things. It is so much easier to ignore/deny the unpleasantness of life, as if what happened is just unpleasantness, than to face things head on. My personal issue I know. I feel all my emotions just bubbling under the surface . I am constantly on the verge of tears and find it hard to speak passionately about anything, I really mean anything, without wanting to cry or smash something. I don't know where I'm going with this , I am not a writer , it is a struggle for me to even type. What I am is a speaker, verbage has always served/saved me and right now that is not working for me. So maybe putting a few words down here will help release my verbal block, ease my fragile emotional state and give me strength. Or perhaps it will just make me a better typist.