Parts of me broke over the past 5 years, starting with Trump's nomination.

As I watched historians call shot after shot, I buckled, terrified of what would happen to my spouse and child, to my BIPOC friends, and possibly to me.

I don't think I'll ever get over it.

I'll never recover from pulling back the mask on dozens of "friends" and "family," only to discover sneering predators, waiting for their chance at a coup.

I'll never forget the number of people who wanted to jail or kill me and my friends.

Earth is a tiny, vicious bubble, floating through a cold vacuum.

Today, it feels a little like a planet.