Election Hangover

It's safe to say that the results of the 2016 Presidential Election did not go as I had hoped.  Frankly, it hadn't even crossed my mind that things would go the way that they did, and as decisively as they did.  I mean, shouldn't the President-elect be someone with political experience, military experience and/or a platform that includes specific plans for change?  Alas, I was wrong.  (And that doesn't happen often, just ask my husband...)

It's been a week since the election and I feel like I've worked through the five stages of grief the best way that I am going to, with my own emotional twist on them.

First up: Denial.

It's not just a river in Egypt, folks.  This one may or may not still be lingering around (see above paragraph).  The "How could this have happened?!" and the "RIGGED!" - I kid, I kid - thoughts have run rampant for the past seven days.  It's hard to accept that the visions that I had all but made reality were no longer viable: the continued refinement of Obamacare, the direct and forceful push on the glass ceiling, the focus on education....I could go on and on.  ::Sigh:: Hand me the bubbly.  

Next: Anger

I'm pretty good at this one. (Again, you could likely consult my husband...)  The thought that enough of this country chose to support a candidate who has thrown hate terms and phrases around like they were normal makes me livid.  If the list of people that haven't been insulted is shorter than the list of those who have, you should reconsider communication.  ::end rant::


The Fall Out Step: Depression

Towards the end of the week last week, I found myself in a rather emotional place.  The anger hadn't subsided but had found less space in my mind.  I was still trying to comprehend what had happened and constantly perusing blog posts to find ones that concisely articulated how I had been feeling as I was having difficulty putting it into words.  I was tearful in conversation and sentimental when I would look at the naivete that my son can enjoy for a few more years.  I can't even fathom having to explain this to him.  We're raising him to be polite, kind, thoughtful and inclusive of all people yet the newly elected leader of the free world isn't held to these same standards.  Or, as the case may be, standards at all.   


Step Four: Acceptance

Skip.  I can't actually say that I'm here yet.  I can safely say that I won't riot and I won't belittle those with different views, but acceptance is a big step.  I'll check back in when this one happens.

Last, but Certainly Not Least: Action

The best way to counter hate and lack of acceptance is to ensure that your own circle isn't feeling them.  Reach out to friends and into the community.  Being a part of the community has always been a big part of my life.  It brings a balance and perspective that may not otherwise be experienced.  For the past number of years, I've volunteered with an organization called Back on My Feet, and currently sit on the Advisory Board.  It's safe to say that I've remained involved since my orientation in 2009, however it's now clear to me that I need to take steps to get even closer again.  I need to dive back into the hope that comes from being a part of community change.  

If you're still finding your way through this despondency, try to look around for the places where you can impact the change that we were hoping for.  Can you be a safe place for a friend, or a group of friends?  Can you give to your community in a way that helps to become a better place?  Can you be a voice for those who are still trying to find their voice?A hangover feels different for us all, but the effects will fade with time and you'll be back in fighting shape.  Change is on the horizon; we'll just need to find an amended path there.