I want to have hope, I do, but I lived through 2016 when it was all but certain Hillary would win. Yes, 2020 gave me hope, but here in 2024 a literal felon and rapist who tried to overthrow the US government is in a toss-up for the Presidential election.
How?
How is this even close?
I literally woke up in a pool of sweat this morning. My anxiety is through the roof and I don’t see it getting any better. I’m a mess.
I’ve followed people on social media that are smarter about these sorts of things and many of them are saying it will definitely be close, but it should be a Harris victory. But I’m very keenly aware that I may be in an echo chamber. Am I only hearing what I want to hear? Probably yes.
I turned on the TV this morning and noticed shortly thereafter that watching the news made my anxiety worse.
I’m focusing as intently as I can on work and playing Depeche Mode all day; they’re my small bit of solace today.
I don’t know what we’re going to do if he wins. I honestly don’t.
I want to have faith in the American people, but I don’t. I fear that the US is too racist, too misogynistic, to elect the right candidate.
I hope I’m proven wrong.
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