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Perpetual Hope Burnout: Survivor Check-In Twenty Days Later
How are we all doing?
On November 6th, my feed was filled with the voices of women speaking out about their feelings of devastation and horror. I’m of course referring to that morning we all learned it was official: we would not be swearing in our first black female president, Kamala Harris, in the year 2025.
Among these voices, I found a post by substack writer Bri Ledsome. She put into words a feeling that I was struggling to pinpoint. It was that sickness in the pit of my stomach that came from knowing that my rapists, and all the rapists across the nation, are feeling empowered right now because, in many ways, they won the election too.
Our country elected another wealthy and ancient white male. They voted for a convicted rapist because he held a Bible a few times and convinced them he was the Messiah. The political party notorious for calling everyone else “sheep” is seen every day publicly, unabashedly, and unironically slobbering the boot and saluting their master with every diatribe of misinformation Trump…
