They say that there are 5 Stages of Grief that someone goes through after they experience a lost.
I went to bed thinking that there was no way that Trump would win the 2016 Presidential Elections. I still had faith in America to make the best decision for our countries next 4 years.
So you can imagine my shock when I woke up to my friend texting my things like “Shit he won.” “Oh my god it’s Trump.”
The first reaction I experienced, was the one I have been experiencing for the longest time.
Yeah right. Stop kidding around.
So I verify the information by googling it. Cause Google is trust worthy. I end up proceeding quickly the next stage of grief.
Which of course is Anger. How on earth, in the year 2016 did America end up choosing Donald Trump to be the leader of this so called free world?!
I breezed past the bargaining part of the grief stage. The only thing I could have thinking of wish we had more was more educated people in the parts of country that voted trump overwhelmingly.
I was a bit depressed. I almost didn’t go to my part time job. I was ready to crawl back into bed, pull the blanket over my head and go back to sleep. This is the part where play the Green day Song “Wake me up when September ends.” Except I would replace September with Trumps Presidency.
But at that point I found acceptance, albeit reluctantly. I accepted that Trump is going to be my president for the next 4 years. I also know that I can not see into the future. But I am ready to face it or what ever it might bring.
Or I could just make my way to Canada as soon as possible.