This! SO much this! I am starting to think I’m batshit and surrounded by sane people, only their version of sanity terrifies me. I don’t trust anyone anymore! Especially myself, and that’s the worst part. We’ve been gaslighted.

I have seen very strong people cry their eyes and guts out, and then get back up and keep going through the fire. There are proven connections between mental state and physical health. I don’t think sucking it up is good for anyone. Tearing clothes in public, maybe not so great. But holding it in as an attempt to…

{{hugs}} There is defo work to do.

{{hugs back}}

Right, and I know I’m a total pain here, but I feel like I’m shouting in a padded cell. I’m kinda one of those less fortunate ones you’re talking about. We’re dangerously close to the precipice. An internet connection isn’t a guarantee that we can afford wine or chocolate. We don’t all qualify for benefits, and some…

I hear you, I really do. (For the record, this is the only place I’m even talking or feeling about it publicly.) I guess... *sigh*... I just hope we/they still can afford wine and a nice bath to cry in, let alone that living room, when all is said and done.

It’s still pretty soon I think. Funerals serve a purpose of unity in public grief, then we all have unity in other ways, yes? Can we have a little time to get over the abject terror before we all sing Kumbaya? We’ll get there. We have to.

In all kindness, I ask: What makes it so that we can’t grieve AND chart our best future course at the same time? Yes I am coming down from a panic attack. Yes I am also looking at what changes I can make to weather this storm. Not mutually exclusive. I do a lot better when I let myself feel the feels without…

Thank you for this.

I look forward to his continued engagement beyond the presidency... we will need him.

I totally believe that. He’s got some scary resiliency. Same time, I think he can still feel devastated that the policies he enacted may well be undone.

Same here, and I am shocked at the extent of my own reaction.

I’m only writing this post in hopes of stopping this hyperventilating that I seem to be doing. I am devastated. From the personal (there goes my health insurance; I am self employed and can only work part time with low income due to medical conditions) to the global (we’re fucked, the world will take the hit with…

I thought so at first too, but on watching again it registers as controlled alarm as he figures out that someone is having a medical crisis. But yeah, he looks exhausted and utterly depleted, devastated that his legacy is about to go up in smoke. Not that I’m projecting or anything.

It’s the nuances that make him so great sometimes. “Just give her a little room.” Spoken by someone who understands instinctively how to keep things calm, handle a crisis... sadly, what we need so badly going forward.