The power of words… to hurt. My long-time blogging friend hopes to educate by telling her story. As a woman, I wholeheartedly join her in her mission.
This post is for women. Male readers can continue to read but you will have a hard time relating to what I will be saying, unless you are a male who is of the wrong color, or nationality, or gender orientation, or religious heritage, or have a body that is somehow defective. But this essay is about me, a female, being wounded by this election. I think there are many women who have been wounded by Trump and I hope that telling my story will help them find their voice. I have compassion for the men who have been wounded, but I can’t tell their story. I only have intimate knowledge of my wound and am troubled because I don’t know how to heal and forgive.
This election created a cesspool of emotional turmoil for me. Many people would describe the election as a nightmare, but I had nightmares –…
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