My Beautiful Humans,
I’ve waited to post a response to this election
because I wanted to give myself time to grieve, time to think, and time to
formulate a response that I feel would do good in an era of uncertainty and
disbelief.
I have decoded the election multiple times in my head. I
have pondered the results over and over. I have read numerous articles with
views ranging from “accept what has happened and move on” to “start a
revolution.” And for a long time, I, like many others, experienced all the
levels associated with grief. I cried. And I’m not a huge crier. I sat on my
bed and I heaved and sobbed. The next day was a somber one that never seemed to
end. I had responsibilities for the day that I could not ignore. I had work, I
had class, and I had to put on a presentation with my coworkers. I could not
distance myself enough to truly take in the reality of my future without
someone interrupting me with their own thoughts and feelings about what I
should do or needed to do in that moment. I was trying to grieve, but in a way,
I could not find enough time to do so on my own.
