I am feeling extremely overwhelmed this week. I'm very angry, very sad, and very scared about what is happening in the United States — and, of course, spilling over our borders.
The things I feared would happen are happening.
The things I urgently warned, over and over, would happen if Donald Trump weren't taken seriously, if he got the Republican nomination, if he got the presidency, if Congressional Republicans made no effort to contain him at all, if the press failed utterly to hold him accountable, if everything went wrong in precisely the way it looked like it was going wrong, are happening.
And I am sick about it. I am grief-stricken. I have a pain sitting in my chest that I don't even know how to describe.
All of this was foreseeable. All of it was preventable. All of the people who saw it and said it were dismissed, discounted, discredited.
I am listing into an emotional slump. My eyes are permanently puffy from crying.
And I am fucking glad for this community, in this moment. Anyone who wants to join me in an enormous virtual group hug is welcome.
How are you?
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