There’s a Name For That!

For about two-and-a-half months now, I have wondered what was wrong with me. I, who rarely cry, do so easily now. Usually patient, I have no patience with the human race these days. And I have felt out of sorts, as if I had … well … fallen down a rabbit hole. Thanks to my blogger-friend Elyse, blogging at FiftyFourAndAHalf, I now have a firm diagnosis, though not a cure, for that which ails me! I have PESD … I am so thrilled, that I just had to share her post! Please take a moment to read … and thank you, Elyse, for helping me to understand my disease! Now … can you cure me??? 🙂


Feeling down in the mouth?  Discouraged?  Hopeless?

You’re not alone.

When I’m suffering with something-or-other, it really helps to know that I’m not alone.  Since November 9, 2016, there’s been a veritable epidemic of misery sweeping the nation.  Relax, though.  Because your misery now has a name, an actual diagnosis:

‘Post-Election Stress Disorder’

We’re all suffering from PESD.  Although frankly, I don’t know why they needed a new diagnosis.  Because if the election of Donald Trump doesn’t represent a traumatic event, I don’t know what does.

The only treatment is action.

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16 thoughts on “There’s a Name For That!

  1. I think, therefore I am. In which case this disease has gone viral and become International. We either have to ban travel from the U.S. or ensure no news leaves your shores. I feel a class action coming on on behalf of all Brits who are suffering so badly.
    xxx Humongous Hugs xxx

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