November 6 through January 19 was a liminal void that distorted our collective perception of time. Now we are on Trump time, when each second drags out the agony of our suffering. If it had a sound, it would be…
I long for the days when we didn’t hear from the president for months on end and the president would put out press conferences to to let us know that he was still alive
Abusive relationships harm and diminish the quality of your life. The abusive partner that you rejected but they ignored the rejection and forced themself upon you.
I have just realized that my eye scans and stops at articles with “Trump” in the title because of my negative bias. And then I feel an associated stress response just from seeing the word “Trump”.
I feel like I’ve aged a decade just fearing leaving my house for fear 🧊 will detain me for just being brown in Alabama. Like I carry my citizenship document with me, and I’ve been here for many decades. This is where we are.
I think the unresolved whiplash of the first go-around has resonated like a time warp saddled by a blizzard of executive orders that, in normal congressional time, would have been at least eight months of bullshit.
Maybe look a bit often and use less bandwidth thinking about it? Skip accounts that promote outrage. Balance with what is actually in front of you, which tends to have less freak potential out than what “the news” puts in front if us. That is what I am doing. It helps me a lot.
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This is the worst time line
February and March feel fast af. Itll be April the next time you remember to check
Zoooooom <3