Just breathe.
I can't. Panic attack. I haven't felt this bad since I woke up in rehab.
This little story my mom just told me is providing a very little bit of comfort. Her old boss, a big businessman, was a dyed in the wool Republican. Prototypical (R) in my eyes, knew him since I was little. He's an incredibly nice guy. More than that, he hand selected my mom to be a practice director in his firm and so single handedly supplied my family with my mother's income that was one of our lifelines through some very tough times. So I have a funny perspective of him -- utmost respect, and utmost difference of opinion. He used to tell my mom that quite literally the worst day of his life was the day Bill Clinton got elected. He thought the world would end. But it didn't. It's probably not a lot of consolation to you, because Bill Clinton and Donald Trump are demonstrably different candidates. And I agree that this is horrifying to watch. I just don't want to see you struggle.
I'm not so sure. Global economic meltdowns, clusterfuckerific sense of foreign relations, monumental Supreme Court decisions overturned and those are just off the top of my head. This is going to set humanity back at least a decade.
Don't get mad, get angry. vent, rage, etc. take a day. Then let's figure out how to fight this. Anger can be a great motivator to get off our asses and get to fighting. We have had worse presidents. We have had worse Congressmen and women. The country will survive if we don't give up on her.