Four years of feeling the walls crumbling around you and nothing could be done. You could see others like you, feeling the same way as you, and nothing could be done. Four years of watching science be attacked, the climate crisis be mocked, illegal activity be brushed aside and scoffed at. Four years of insults and lies. Four years of chaos.
Tomorrow is election day. And I’m tired. Deeply tired. Tired of arguing, tired of fighting. Tired of screaming about things I shouldn’t have to scream about. I just want to lie down. For a moment, for any amount of time just to catch my breath.
You gasp and don’t know if you’ll ever exhale again. The air seemingly gone around you. Your mind starts racing. You see all of the worst futures played out at once in front of you. You bargain with the universe for this to be a joke, for this to be nightmare you can wake from. You don’t know how…