When it happened, I was stunned. Numb. And over the past 2 days I've tried to overcome my sense of loss through comedians talking about the results cause if I can laugh, maybe it hurts less.

Even they make me cry because even when they're trying to make some light of it, President Trump (oh my fucking god) has put a weight on at least half of us. They bring up points and thoughts that I had never even come across and I find myself with a pit in my stomach.

They've joked about how this election is causing people to go through the 5 stages of grief and I realized that it's not a joke. I haven't reached the acceptance stage yet but denial, anger, bargaining, depression - check.

I just needed a safe place to let this out. As a woman. As a daughter of immigrants. As a wife of a Muslim - I just cannot support this wretched excuse of a man who I am now forced to acknowledge as a leader.

I don't want to see his face or hear his voice anymore.