On Wednesday morning, after the election, I had woken up with heavy eyes, and an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Even without checking my phone, I fell asleep when it was closely called that Trump won the presidency. The day before, I had received pro-Trump comments on my Instagram picture that showed my support for Hillary, and when I woke up, I received a text message with a picture of Trump with a dark sky behind him, telling me "it wasn't going to be that bad."

Growing up 45 minutes from a city, you get farms, three traffic light towns, a Dairy Queen, a Pizza Hut, a couple of small town stores, and family owned restaurants. This is what people around here call the "backbone of America"---and almost everyone I knew from my town voted for Trump. I won't go into the topics that make people fight over Trump, but instead, this article is about realizing that we need to find a way to make a comeback.

All of the broken-hearted girls that cried watching her concession speech, the next day while driving, and at the dinner table finally accepted the fact that they were living in a divided nation.

This isn't like after 9/11 when our country also faced a horrible outcome, but we came together, conducted vigils and prayers, talked about it with our families, and knew that America wasn't going to back down from such a horrific crime. America's problems have become too big for anyone to fix, and the scary thing is that I don't think anyone knows how to make a comeback from these problems.

The only thing that puts me in a better mood is realizing the holidays are right around the corner--- literally Thanksgiving is next week, and with that comes hope, donating to local charities such as the Salvation Army, helping out at food kitchens, and buying a present for a little boy or girl whose family cannot afford gift giving. I will continue to do these acts of kindness because they're the only things that I know will somehow make the Divided States of America a little less disconnected.