As I have talked about in this blog before, I have bipolar disorder. There have been times when I suffered from delusions. Sometimes, my relationship with reality has been an uneasy one.

I often use the analogy of a snow and ice-covered riverbank. Reality is the ground I stand on. Next to the river is the ice, and there comes a point where it becomes difficult to tell where the ice of reality ends and the river of delusion begins. It’s a scary place, where I have trouble telling what is really happening.

I am standing at that river’s edge, and for once it’s not because of anything I did. I’m terrified.

The president-elect has announced that he will impose tariffs on Denmark unless it sells Greenland to the US. He has not ruled out using military force to obtain the Panama Canal. He has unilaterally renamed the Gulf of Mexico as the “Gulf of America.”

Lately, each time I think that I have imagined something Donald Trump has done — or at the very least the news comes from the Onion — I check reputable media outlets to find that, yep, he really did or said whatever it was that I struggle to believe.

Massive tariffs on Mexico and Canada seem reasonable (if ill-advised) in comparison.

It’s going to be a very long four years for people like me. However, given what he has said so far, it will not surprise me if he attempts to hang on to the Presidency past that time. I have rarely prayed for someone to die as fervently as I pray for Trump’s demise. I think it’s the only way out of this nightmare.

God help us all.