I am trying to figure out how 51% of Americans lost their moral compass, lost their sense of unity with what America stands for and instead chose to turn the US into the biggest dumpster fire ever seen. I peek in on the news looking for a dynamic character who will inspire me to believe this too shall pass. I've not spotted a new Obama anywhere currently.
They've been fed a pack of lies. And they all believe them. I always wanted to figure out what was true. I don't understand so many people not wanting to know what's true and what's not.
They are doing what they said they would do, people didn’t believe that. They might not have lost their moral compass , but their common sense , now they can’t be morally outraged . It was in the book project 2025
I needed to read THIS. I needed to hear how others were feeling because that’s what I’m going through: my feelings. This is not a joke to Black people. It has always been a rollercoaster ride but at least we were moving forward. That’s what we looked forward to. I’ve always heard people say, “You’re making too much out of racism.” That’s because they don’t know how it “feels” to wake up everyday and have hear about someone losing their life because of it, hear people minimize it or have to deal with it at work or the store or on the train or the park etc.
I’m not at all happy about the results of the election. But, I hope we take a thorough inventory of how it feels to be placed in a position of vulnerability. How it feels to be at the mercy of people who have told you they don’t care about you at all.
I’m not going to list all the things that are at stake. I think we know what’s at stake. I’m just hoping that what we are talking about fighting for includes everyone, not just one demographic. I hear a lot of people talking about “staying focused.” Talk about what’s important. We’ve always focused on what one group thinks is best and at the expense of everyone else. If we are not going to “build back better” then what’s IS the point.
How long are we going to treat POC and women like second class citizens where we’re constantly begging to be treated equally? Every human being contributes to this world we live in. If any group of people could find a reason to hate, to me, it would be Black people. But, I can’t say I have ever found a reason to hate BECAUSE I see what hate has done and continues to do. I don’t ever want to contribute to that. Also, I tell myself I can’t do to other people what I don’t want done to me. If I do, I part of problem and I can’t complain about it. Do I get angry? Yes. Do I curse? Yes. Do I complain, explain and teach the history of racism? Yes. Do I make a conscious decision not to hate? Yes.
I hope we come out of this better. I’ve been told: if it isn’t a blessing it’s a lesson. We have to look for the silver lining in those lessons.
Please accept this apology & encouragement from an over-privileged white woman who KNOWS she doesn't know HALF of what she should about racism. I will do my best to be an ally in the fight for your rights as a human being whose worth should never be judged by skin color. I'm looking for the silver lining too, even though I have nowhere near as much to lose.
I really really want to laugh as the MAGAts learn of how Dump fucked them but I cannot. Because this shitshow affects folks who voted for Kamala just as hard. Dump voters will have shock, denial, angry screaming “but not MEEEE,” and it gives me no pleasure.
Well.
A teeny bit of pleasure as they find out wtf they voted for.
For me, your second paragraph gets to the crux of the matter. There was a sense of calm seas with Joe Biden. He knew what the hell he was doing and he surrounded himself with competent people. Then I remember what Trump’s first term was like—some new crisis Every. Single. Day. Just constant chaos 24/7. And that was with the so called “adults” in the room. I was in a perpetual state of dread. I hadn’t had that feeling since I was a first grader and we were doing duck and cover drills at school and Nikita Kruschev was banging on a lecturn with his shoe.
This is such an important subject. While depression affects us all differently, especially in these moments of high stress and fear, through the trauma's of my life I have learned one thing. Joy, the ability to hang on to it and express it, is such important ways to RESIST. All of this evil surrounding us is meant to tamp it down, exhaust us and demoralize our spirits. To not accept or give into that...damn heroic I think. That of course doesn't mean that all days will be rosy. As a sexual assault survivor, I know that the trauma can resurface at any time and that the depressions may weaken my spirit. For a time. A time when others can express Joy for me. A time when I can rest and regroup so that I can continue to fight. Because without love, joy and happiness...we are a society exactly like those currently in charge envision and want. A world without hope, without beauty and without connection/collaboration. And I have no desire to be shriveled, miserly, miserable, and lesser than because of them. We have to lean on each other every day, we have to communicate so that I can pick you up when you need it and vice versa, and we have to keep finding our joy. Especially as women, too, we have to continue to find ways to materially and substantially uplift each other. Our power is in togetherness.
Depression and hopelessness are like the chicken and the egg. When we feel hopeless, or angry with no place to put that anger and frustration but take it on ourselves, that can trigger depression. But, it doesn't "cause" depression. For those of us who experience depression, both therapy and medication can help. So can exercise and, especially, getting outdoors and taking walks regularly. But those things help to treat depression symptoms, they do not make depression disappear. "Trying" to find the positive is difficult. But, doing things for others is not. And, that can make us feel both better about ourselves and the world. A sense of doom may be due to depression, or it may just be a reaction to our reality. I'm older than you and have lived through some terrible times. My parents lived through the depression. What we choose to do for others, even small things, can make a difference. To alleviate your sense of doom, if you can, focus on small acts that make a huge difference to others and enable you to feel a sense of accomplishment. Long winded, I know. I'm a therapist so I feel it necessary to be careful about what I write.
I read a stat yesterday that saddened me, about how only 20% of Americans read most of the books that were read in 2024. That might be why so many people are willing to be spoonfed their news.
My daughter went to my cardiologist appointment today & prattled on about how, once the doctor "fixes" my blood pressure issues, I can get off my antidepressants. HAH. I've had high blood pressure for over 20 years, lol... and had depressive tendencies far longer than that. Even on them, I struggle sometimes, especially now.
I am taking each day at a time. I will dip into the maelstrom when I can, and dip out when I must. I will do what I can to resist the idiocy, while making sure I can still function. I will do what I must to enable my loved ones to live healthy, somewhat happy lives... and I will never, ever call that bloated carcass stinking up the White House my President.
I am trying to figure out how 51% of Americans lost their moral compass, lost their sense of unity with what America stands for and instead chose to turn the US into the biggest dumpster fire ever seen. I peek in on the news looking for a dynamic character who will inspire me to believe this too shall pass. I've not spotted a new Obama anywhere currently.
They've been fed a pack of lies. And they all believe them. I always wanted to figure out what was true. I don't understand so many people not wanting to know what's true and what's not.
They are doing what they said they would do, people didn’t believe that. They might not have lost their moral compass , but their common sense , now they can’t be morally outraged . It was in the book project 2025
I am right there with you! Big hugs! Call me any time!
I needed to read THIS. I needed to hear how others were feeling because that’s what I’m going through: my feelings. This is not a joke to Black people. It has always been a rollercoaster ride but at least we were moving forward. That’s what we looked forward to. I’ve always heard people say, “You’re making too much out of racism.” That’s because they don’t know how it “feels” to wake up everyday and have hear about someone losing their life because of it, hear people minimize it or have to deal with it at work or the store or on the train or the park etc.
I’m not at all happy about the results of the election. But, I hope we take a thorough inventory of how it feels to be placed in a position of vulnerability. How it feels to be at the mercy of people who have told you they don’t care about you at all.
I’m not going to list all the things that are at stake. I think we know what’s at stake. I’m just hoping that what we are talking about fighting for includes everyone, not just one demographic. I hear a lot of people talking about “staying focused.” Talk about what’s important. We’ve always focused on what one group thinks is best and at the expense of everyone else. If we are not going to “build back better” then what’s IS the point.
How long are we going to treat POC and women like second class citizens where we’re constantly begging to be treated equally? Every human being contributes to this world we live in. If any group of people could find a reason to hate, to me, it would be Black people. But, I can’t say I have ever found a reason to hate BECAUSE I see what hate has done and continues to do. I don’t ever want to contribute to that. Also, I tell myself I can’t do to other people what I don’t want done to me. If I do, I part of problem and I can’t complain about it. Do I get angry? Yes. Do I curse? Yes. Do I complain, explain and teach the history of racism? Yes. Do I make a conscious decision not to hate? Yes.
I hope we come out of this better. I’ve been told: if it isn’t a blessing it’s a lesson. We have to look for the silver lining in those lessons.
Please accept this apology & encouragement from an over-privileged white woman who KNOWS she doesn't know HALF of what she should about racism. I will do my best to be an ally in the fight for your rights as a human being whose worth should never be judged by skin color. I'm looking for the silver lining too, even though I have nowhere near as much to lose.
:(
I really really want to laugh as the MAGAts learn of how Dump fucked them but I cannot. Because this shitshow affects folks who voted for Kamala just as hard. Dump voters will have shock, denial, angry screaming “but not MEEEE,” and it gives me no pleasure.
Well.
A teeny bit of pleasure as they find out wtf they voted for.
For me, your second paragraph gets to the crux of the matter. There was a sense of calm seas with Joe Biden. He knew what the hell he was doing and he surrounded himself with competent people. Then I remember what Trump’s first term was like—some new crisis Every. Single. Day. Just constant chaos 24/7. And that was with the so called “adults” in the room. I was in a perpetual state of dread. I hadn’t had that feeling since I was a first grader and we were doing duck and cover drills at school and Nikita Kruschev was banging on a lecturn with his shoe.
This is such an important subject. While depression affects us all differently, especially in these moments of high stress and fear, through the trauma's of my life I have learned one thing. Joy, the ability to hang on to it and express it, is such important ways to RESIST. All of this evil surrounding us is meant to tamp it down, exhaust us and demoralize our spirits. To not accept or give into that...damn heroic I think. That of course doesn't mean that all days will be rosy. As a sexual assault survivor, I know that the trauma can resurface at any time and that the depressions may weaken my spirit. For a time. A time when others can express Joy for me. A time when I can rest and regroup so that I can continue to fight. Because without love, joy and happiness...we are a society exactly like those currently in charge envision and want. A world without hope, without beauty and without connection/collaboration. And I have no desire to be shriveled, miserly, miserable, and lesser than because of them. We have to lean on each other every day, we have to communicate so that I can pick you up when you need it and vice versa, and we have to keep finding our joy. Especially as women, too, we have to continue to find ways to materially and substantially uplift each other. Our power is in togetherness.
Depression and hopelessness are like the chicken and the egg. When we feel hopeless, or angry with no place to put that anger and frustration but take it on ourselves, that can trigger depression. But, it doesn't "cause" depression. For those of us who experience depression, both therapy and medication can help. So can exercise and, especially, getting outdoors and taking walks regularly. But those things help to treat depression symptoms, they do not make depression disappear. "Trying" to find the positive is difficult. But, doing things for others is not. And, that can make us feel both better about ourselves and the world. A sense of doom may be due to depression, or it may just be a reaction to our reality. I'm older than you and have lived through some terrible times. My parents lived through the depression. What we choose to do for others, even small things, can make a difference. To alleviate your sense of doom, if you can, focus on small acts that make a huge difference to others and enable you to feel a sense of accomplishment. Long winded, I know. I'm a therapist so I feel it necessary to be careful about what I write.
I read a stat yesterday that saddened me, about how only 20% of Americans read most of the books that were read in 2024. That might be why so many people are willing to be spoonfed their news.
My daughter went to my cardiologist appointment today & prattled on about how, once the doctor "fixes" my blood pressure issues, I can get off my antidepressants. HAH. I've had high blood pressure for over 20 years, lol... and had depressive tendencies far longer than that. Even on them, I struggle sometimes, especially now.
I am taking each day at a time. I will dip into the maelstrom when I can, and dip out when I must. I will do what I can to resist the idiocy, while making sure I can still function. I will do what I must to enable my loved ones to live healthy, somewhat happy lives... and I will never, ever call that bloated carcass stinking up the White House my President.
Pick your battles