My usually quiet town has been turned upside down recently with a tragic event that keeps getting worse and worse and worse. It's really getting me down. I'll share what has developed and hopefully can glean help for dealing with this personally; the gross failure of our schools, rape culture, disregard for mental illness, cell phones and social media and more, converge into a nasty mess of everything foul. I'm sure I'm not the only one that feels beaten down at times.
Monday evening a man was driving and hit a mother, father, son and dog out for a walk. Two other sons were home. Then we learned they were neighbors and just down the block from their respective homes in this nice bedroom community. The mother and dog died within a couple hours, the son was hurt and released from the hospital a few days later, dad was okay. Then we learned the driver was suicidal and "having a very bad day." The driver went from the hospital to jail (his car was upside down after driving off a huge retaining wall). The charges implied there was intent. The mom was a beloved local doctor, mother of 3 boys, religious, active in the community, white, etc. She ticked all the classic boxes of a good and likable community member. A couple days after the driver's arrest, we learn the two families have kids similar ages and their middle school boys were/are close friends. Due to a "sensitive crime" perpetrated by the dead mother's son that was on the walk, the families stopped speaking in early spring. Then we're told the driver received the police records he'd requested associated with this crime, of which his child (younger daughter) is the victim and it's a sexual assault, 2-3 hours before he ran them down. Most recently the driver, one week after the homicide, is found dead in his jail cell. Presumably he ended his own life during the night.
The son is out of custody (which apparently is what triggered the victim's father's rage- seeing him leisurely walking in the neighborhood) and is tagged "rapist" at the age of 12 or 13. He had videos of his crime that he was sharing on his phone at school. They were in the throes of juvenile court proceedings.
This all happened just a few miles from my home. The driver's last name is uncommon and the same as my maiden name. We have many mutual friends.
It's such a hurdle to get over and heal from. How does one overcome the dreadful feelings that our society and institutions are so, so, so broken that we cannot recover? The awfulness of each new piece of information is overwhelming.