The morning after an election is always rough. Particularly because I seem to have a spidey-sense for picking the candidates who won't win. Still, in past years, I was never all that shaken up. Obama won -- oh well. He won again -- eh, four years of the same, I can deal with that. On Facebook, I can see that I spent my time reminding people that God was in charge no matter who won or lost, and that real change happens on the personal level anyway.
I'm not keeping it together so well today. I've become pretty cynical about the thought that God is in charge of anything; if he was in charge of the Holocaust, for instance, he did not do the kind of job that ought to comfort anybody. And as for change happening on the personal level -- that can only happen when people are safe and secure enough to work for it. If they're being rounded up and deported, you know, it's kind of tough.
Last night was horrifying. I went in with a little nervousness, but not too much because I felt pretty confident in the polls. I guess there are plenty of people out there ashamed to tell a pollster they were voting for Trump, but not ashamed to do it. And I think Clinton's people just didn't turn out as much as expected. Comey's new emails might be to blame; I don't know. I just know that, watching the results came in, I felt so sick I couldn't watch anymore.
John tried to console me by saying the two aren't really that different. But they are. I know it's always a challenge after an election not to mix up your fears with your actual expectations -- you know, to argue for your candidate you might say, "X might happen!" but that doesn't mean X will necessarily happen. You were just being cautious and things might really be fine either way. I said Trump might start a nuclear war, but I don't think that will happen. Probably. But still, there are plenty of things Trump does have a high likelihood of actually doing, and with both houses of congress on his side, no one will be able to stop him.
At 12:30 we turned off the computer and meant to go to bed. But instead I spent half an hour storming around angry and then half an hour crying. I meant to be at peace with everyone after the election, not to hold grudges for how people had voted, but I am surprised by how furious I am. And I just feel so out of control right now ... this whole dang year, stuff just keeps happening to me. I have a recurring dream lately of being swept away by waves. I have never been afraid of the ocean in my life, but I feel it symbolizes how I feel about my powerlessness at the stuff that swamps me.
I mean, this has been the year from hell. Getting pregnant so thoroughly against my will and expectation, moving, my health being inexplicably awful, worries about Marko, and now this. And even saying this I feel ashamed, because my life is so much better than many people's. I'm not honestly worried about myself, but I am so, so worried about people more vulnerable than I am.
I didn't sleep well last night. Miriam woke me every hour and I dreamed of Trump and dead babies (thanks, Fr. Pavone, that stunt of yours really helped). And this morning all my problems are still here. The boys are fighting over a sleeping bag they both want to play with. Miriam is clambering all over me, demanding books, songs, nursing, food -- anything to get my attention back onto her, because she's a bottomless pit of need lately, for no obvious reason.
I'm scared because my one battle for the past six months has been not to get depressed, and I was winning. I have been the ray of sunshine my kids needed. Despite every sucky thing about my life, I have been patient with Marko's meltdowns, Michael's whining, and Miriam's demandingness. And it's paid off because they've been doing very well. But today .... I am not winning, so much. Maybe I'm just having a bad day, but I'm so scared of getting shoved right back to where I was when Miriam was born. I can never be sure that won't happen, so every bad day terrifies me.
I'm sorry to shower you all with so much doom and gloom. I just feel like I should record these feelings. Maybe, a couple years from now, I will look back on how I felt today and say, "See? You shouldn't trust your fears, because you were so scared then and things turned out okay after all." Or maybe not.
Hope you are all feeling better today than I am. Though if you're throwing a party right now, please don't tell me; I don't want to know.