I threw up three times last night, until I had nothing left but dry heaves. My mom had to talk me out of jumping out the window. I never slept last night. I have friends who are literally going to DIE because of this. I’d leave, but I have no resources. I am afraid for my LGTBQA friends. I’m afraid for my disabled, mentally ill, Muslim, Latino, black, Native friends, i.e., anyone who isn’t white, rich, straight, Christian, and perfect. I am mildly disabled (hearing impaired) and have severe depression and anxiety. I’m afraid for myself.
I’m glad my brother-in-law didn’t live to see this. He died one month ago tomorrow. This would have killed him. I’m scared for my cousin, who has worse mental health problems than I do. I’m scared for my three sweet bi-racial cousins, especially the two boys. I’m scared for my diabetic friend who can barely afford her insulin now.
I likely won’t be around for 2020 if Trump gets his way with Obamacare. If I can’t afford the meds that keep me from killing myself, it’s bye-bye molly barton.