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Donald Trump’s Defeat Has Been Good For My Mental Health
It should have been just another Saturday morning in November.
I’d drive to my local Grease Monkey Station, check my car in with the technician, and then hand over my cars keys. I’d step into the waiting room and sit in one of the socially distanced chairs, a novel draped over my lap as I devoured words on pages. I’d read and wait for a technician to enter the waiting room to call out the model of my car, announcing its preparedness for the road. But this wasn’t just another November Saturday.
It was November 7, 2021, four days after the conclusion of Election Night in America. Joe Biden had accumulated more raw and electoral votes than Donald Trump, but the contest between Trump and Joe Biden had not yet been called by any of the television networks. My eyes were alternatively glued to my television and cellular phone, a knot hanging in the middle of my chest. These bloodsuckers, I thought as I folded my arms. They’re just trying to string us along so that they can juice their ratings. My temple was throbbing. I grew more restless with the passage of each minute that went by without a declaration of the winner.
And then, when the anticipation threatened to overwhelm my senses, regularly scheduled programming was interrupted by Breaking News! The camera focused on a television anchor who announced…
