There were people today who straight up didn’t understand why I was so sad. I don’t even know if they were Trump supporters. They seemed like the election never happened and assumed I was sick or something.

Everything you just said I’ve felt: lack of appetite, didn’t sleep last night, felt like I’ve lost a loved one. I only became political in ‘08 with President Obama’s first run so I’ve never experienced what it feels like to lose something you’ve invested 18 months of your life in. Had she lost to someone like Kasich…

My 12 year old would be so inspired by you. He wants to be an attorney specifically because he is outraged at injustice and he wants to dedicate his life to fighting it. He’s a badass and so are you. We’re with you, we’re in this together.

Exactly how I’ve felt all day, and I’m sure millions more as well. Let’s continue to fight the good fight.

The feeling I’m getting today is that Trump supporters don’t think he won—- they think they won. They think that it’s okay to be openly bigoted and hateful because their openly bigoted and hateful candidate was vilified by the masses. I’m afraid for what this means for every day Americans.

I cried a lot last night. I’ll cry a little later, after some drinks. But I hope we all keep railing against bigotry, and keep promoting empathy.

That the last time a staff photo will be diverse for at least 4 years.

Spent most of this morning alternating between numb shock and crying so hard I started dry heaving. Many in my office were openly weeping as well. I feel like the country I love so much has rejected me and everything I stand for. Contemplated moving away. Threw myself into my work, and avoided all news media the same…

Terrible silver lining for me: in my opinion, 2020 is going to be the most important election ever. Someone always says that, but 2020 is going to determine how redistricting is done after the census. All those gerrymandered districts have to be fixed. So, Hillary was going to be hounded for 4 years and get very…

I particularly like the woman and the blonde dude on the left. I imagine their conversation:

Oh, here’s a laugh at my expense if anyone happens to need it :)

It’s saying something that spending the morning in the ER with my husband’s sprained ankle came as a relief today.

Just...where do we go from here? I don’t even know. What can we do?

I work in a federal office, so we have to comply by the Hatch Act. No politics in the office. But I’ve been crying on and off all day in my cubicle. I haven’t eaten today, or most of yesterday. I barely slept last night. I’m a wreck.

You guys, did anyone else think Obama’s “I called him at 3:30 am, I think *smile*” was a reference to Trump tweeting at 3:30 am? Maybe I’m losing it. Maybe I’m grasping at straws but I want so badly to believe that Obama made fun of Trump one last time.

I was holding it together pretty well, and then my five year old daughter woke up and excitingly asked me if a girl was going to be president. And I had to tell her no.

Bent, but not broken.

Today I registered to volunteer for Planned Parenthood and signed up to make monthly donations to the ACLU.

The White House staff looking on during Pres. Obama’s remarks today:

I have “Bridge over Troubled Water” in my head now. It’s kinda comforting.