I woke up the morning of Nov. 6 with a sinking feeling. Turning on both my phone and TV, I learned to my shock that Donald Trump had been elected.
I was in denial for several days, my stomach in turmoil. Then, I realized what I was really experiencing: grief. I looked up Elizabeth Kübler-Ross’s five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I moved on from denial to anger to bargaining. What could I have done to prevent this from happening? I should have been out on the streets protesting the Supreme Court’s abortion ruling and ringing doorbells. What kind of poor excuse for an American was I, not to have acted?
Then, I got severely depressed. I took an antidepressant and called my old shrink. (A lot of good that did. He was as depressed as I was!) How was I going to live with my deepest fears? When was I going to get to acceptance?
That’s when I turned to meditation.
Some establishment types aren't taking a Trump second term very well.
