Where do we go from here? Thoughts on surviving the day.

November 9, 2016.

I’ve been crying since five in the morning. I’d managed to force myself into unconsciousness before the final results last night, but it was already clear how things were going. All morning I’ve been trying to get myself to do something, anything, even as simple as getting dressed. As someone who has battled depression all her life, I feel as though I’ve been catapulted back into a time before I knew how to even begin to fight it, before I knew how to escape from my world of...