"Donald Trump (almost) ate my brain" is a zine I wrote (published by Pioneers Press) about my experiences on the night of the election of Donald Trump as President of the United States and trying to find hope in the midst of what is an unclear, scary future.
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A little after 6am the light of the sun crept around the blinds and I pulled them back slightly. The sun was rising and sent out rays of pink, orange, and purple. It was beautiful. Was there any sort of message there?
I went to lay in bed next to Laura. She slept soundly and I was jealous. I hadn’t stayed up this late in years. I thought of the times my church youth group had all-night events in the church building: video games, junk food, laser tag, movies—back then I had no knowledge of anything such as depression, suicide, white privilege, or Donald Trump as President. Everything seemed much simpler, although I do recall being terrified when the first Persian Gulf War occurred because I literally believed it was going to bring about the end of the world. (I was watching too many televangelists in my early teen years.) Now I feared that my concerns about the apocalypse might actually come true.