My ever thoughtful daughter
My heart hasn’t stopped racing since around 2am on Wednesday morning when I woke up from an uneasy sleep and reluctantly glanced at my phone’s notification. “President elect confirmed,” or whatever.
My fight-or-flight has been raging with fear for the last 80 hours, and as a consequence of that I’ve been motivated only by a desire to hide away from everyone in order to just be alone with my despair and dread. Of course, I can not and did not do that, but in the wake of what we must all acknowledge IS a national tragedy, I also could not and did not hide my dread and insecurity, like I usually do when my anxiety absconds with the reigns.
However, the difference between this week and literally every other time my anxiety has controlled me is that for once I am not evaporating from the heat of an invisible threat:…
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