They look awkward as fuck.

My boyfriend and I were discussing that yesterday. The air just felt heavy, and it was like everyone was treading very carefully, like we all knew how easily any given interaction could cause spontaneous combustion.

Every time I start to cry, I try to think of something I can actually do to fight the bullshit. I contacted a local organization that mentors women who are new to our country, and I e-mailed my local Planned Parenthood to ask about volunteer options. I don’t have money to contribute to these causes, but I have to do…

I keep crying off and on. Every time I get calmed down, something starts me up again. My mom is trying to mend the fences that Dad destroyed, and I feel helpless. I know that they both voted Trump, but I also know that Mom is not very well informed and gets all of her news from Dad and residents at the nursing home…

I am crying at work. I can’t believe we failed her. She worked so hard and gave so much, and I cannot imagine how unbearably hard the last 24 hours have been for her. She has so much strength, dignity, and grace...she was my role model before, and now she is even more so. I aspire to have a fraction of her class and…

I fell asleep around 1, 1:30. I am so glad I didn’t wait up.

What the actual fuck?! This is why we can’t have nice things!

My boyfriend just told me to stop crying and go to bed. (He works for the city and is exhausted and discouraged.) I promised to, as soon as the combination of my meds and the vodka/wine/whatever I can get my hands on kicks in and I can just pass out.

I am suddenly realizing why I have had so many panic attacks in the last few weeks, despite following 538 religiously...somehow, I knew it would come down to this. I’m terrified to go to bed tonight; even if I somehow sleep, I will wake up to a living nightmare.

I know. Glenn Beck is talking about listening to the other side and acknowledging his part in creating the divide in our nation; Prince, Bowie, and Rickman all died; and the most qualified presidential candidate possibly ever is losing to a gold-plated turd rolled in Ebola. Fuck it, I’m sleeping until 2020.

I already threw up from the anxiety. And I’m still drinking because fuck everything.

Glenn Beck is saying things that are self-aware about listening to one another, as a nation. Trump has a good chance of winning. Literally what is happening right now? Is this one of those nightmares where my dead grandpa shows up and I’m naked at my high school before giving a speech I haven’t written? That’s the…

I am very aware that my parents (my dad, mainly) are part of the problem. It is really straining my relationship with them, and both my brother and myself make it a point to call them out when they use dog-whistle terms or start parroting Fox News. It hurts a lot to realize that the people I thought were the most…

I am in the same boat. My parents taught my siblings and I to think critically,so I blame them for my political beliefs. It’s ironic how hard they worked to instill traditional conservative values in their kids; yet, all three of us girls have been the primary breadwinners for our families and my little brother is an…

Way to dispel the “Trump voters are ignorant” theory through usage of proper spelling and grammar...

I have a good friend who works at a child care facility, and she has been constantly ill since she started around 6 months ago. She has been to the doctor every 4-6 weeks, and even after I told her to start telling the doctor up-front that her insurance is crap and she needs a cheap prescription, still is spending a…

In my experience, it’s not that they suddenly appear; it’s such a gradual slope that you don’t notice it until things get super bad and you wonder how you got to that point. Kind of like the story about the frog not noticing the water getting hotter until it’s boiling. At first, the anger seems to come at reasonable…

I recently began listening to Nightvale and am addicted. It’s been the perfect distraction from the election! I wish we could just refuse to acknowledge Trump’s existence, like an angel or something.

I am listening to that song as soon as I leave work. Thanks for the recommendation!

I went to my therapist on Monday. After my usual five-minute word vomit of anxieties, she put her head in her hands and responded “I’m afraid for our country”. This is where we are at as a country. Even mental health professionals can’t deal. (And yes, I know it was probably unprofessional, but that is exactly why I…