I feel sick. This was supposed to be different. I voted for progress and equality and love. I voted to ensure people are protected - immigrants, low income folks, those facing physical and mental challenges...my daughter. I voted to continue our push for civil rights. I voted for breaking the glass ceiling. I voted for better.

It's just past midnight and the election still hasn't been called for Trump, but it seems inevitable now. I have barely held it together all night, sneaky tears off and on when the kids aren't looking. I've already had my first hateful comment about her from a man I know professionally. Not some stranger who will never have to see me face-to-face. Someone who sits in my office and tells me about his family has just said awful things about my family. I'm scared for my daughter. Not scared, terrified.

I know I will pull my big girl knickers up tomorrow and focus on positivity and support and community and love. But tonight, I just want to sob. Like, big ugly tear. Snotty, dirty crying.

How can this be where we're going?

***** Edit: It's all over. President Elect Trump. ***** This is what I've just posted on Facebook:

To black and brown people in America - I see you. To LGBTQIA+ folks - I see you. To non-christians, particularly Muslims, - I see you. To the physically challenged - I see you. To low income families - I see you. To immigrants - I see you.

To all the disenfranchised and marginalized people in the US; to all those feeling shocked and broken and scared - I see you. I stand with you. I will fight with you not to let your existing protections be struck down and continue our progress.

We are better than this.

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