In November — it was betrayal and fear. In December — helplessness, a growing disgust, and a genuine hope that I was wrong. In January — anger and disappointment in people I thought I knew. It was bracing myself for the inevitable. In February — it was disdain for those choosing to ignore it, and pure rage fueled by what he is doing not only to us, but now to other countries. We are halfway through March, and I feel…overloaded. I am more furious than ever, but I don’t know what to focus on.