Commentary: At my home in central Israel, I feel crushed by the weight of collective grief

It’s too much. Too much heartbreak. Too much fear. Too much anger. Too much hopelessness. I don’t know how to feel all these feelings at once.

I’m drowning in my own sadness, my anxieties, my anger and dread. Every time I come back to the surface and catch my breath, I’m pushed back down by the unbearable weight of collective grief and horror and fear. I can’t wake up from the nightmare