I’ll take it.

This made me cry for the umpteenth time today. That’s ok... There’s just no fucking salve for this, you know? no sleeping it off. it says so much about our country. It speaks volumes. I go back and forth between thinking “well of COURSE this happened it was expecting too much of america to make the right call” to just…

The answer is yes for me. I look at the people around me and wonder how many of these fuckers threw my daughters future away and made me sincerely afraid for our safety.

I’m in all black. My husband thinks I am a lunatic - but he’s generally unemotional. I finally heard back from my friend and shes being so damn positive that I want to cry for her.

I had to tell my ten year old daughter this morning. She looked at me and said, “No...did you do the voting right? Someone made a mistake, right?” Then I cried and have been doing so off and on for since 4 this morning. I’m a middle age, Mexican Jewish hybrid female who lives at the poverty level...what the hell…

My bosses sent me texts today telling me to take a sick day. I’ve been getting messages of support from friends too. My house has felt like a wake.

so basic human rights will be thrown out on the front lawn.

Obamacare, Same Sex Marriage, Roe v. Wade, Social Security, Medicare, Pell Grants... nothing feels safe now.

OMG, did you see Hillary talking to Sean Astin after her speech this morning? It made the water works start up all over again.

It does feel like a death, of sorts. The death of belief in decency and hope for any kind of reasonable period of time.

Living the same life. Went to bed before the final call, hoping against hope, but alas, no. Had to teach puffy-faced, red-eyed college students today. Felt that it was a major victory to avoid crying in front of them. This has, honestly, been one of the worst days of my life.

to see everything go republican ... is like setting up dominoes, and them all falling over before you were done setting them up.

My old cat (RIP) would aggressively purr and sit in my lap when I would cry really hard. It was so sweet.

I keep dismissing trolls who are telling me I am a wuss or that I am disrespecting PTSD - but I don’t think some people realize how traumatizing it is.

I too haven’t felt this way since my father died... and I wonder if its a comfort thing. He would always be the one comforting me.

People keep saying “its only 4 years”.... but in 4 years I went from a girl partying till I threw up to a married mother of one.

......... it was a long 4 years.