I wrote this to Trump, and mailed it this morning. I am hoping some of his lurkers on here will see it and get this message to him.

I am feeling humbled and blessed in these times. Afraid and hopeful. I feel strong, and I feel weak. I trust in God, but struggle with faith. I find myself seeing "them" as more powerful than us because they have conditioned me to believe this. These times are a conundrum.

Dear President Trump,

I was handwriting you a letter, but my penmanship was so messy, I decided to type instead.

What you are enduring is nothing short of shocking. You truly are the strongest human being I have ever witnessed to withstand the continuous assaults from all sides.

Every aspect of you is being attacked, your character, your wealth, your family, your business, your presidency, and your life. I hope you take comfort knowing millions pray for you daily.

The last few years it feels as if I have been walking through mud. This sort of numb despondency inside my brain and soul.

The little things I notice more than the big things. We all know the gas and grocery prices, but it is that in the minutia that has more of an effect on me. Squeezing my non fluoride toothpaste to the last possible ounce, and then cutting it open to scrape all possible remnants. Conserving butter and saving the wrappers in the refrigerator so I can use them to grease my baking pans.

I make a decent wage, most likely above the national average. 70k a year. I have had to pick up a second job working at wedding venues, serving and washing dishes, so I have some extra money to live.

It is near impossible to save. Everything from property taxes, which are ridiculous in WI, to electricity, propane, simple services like my dog’s vet bills are through the roof.

Going to the hair salon was a necessity of my past, now it is a luxury. I haven’t had a pedicure in over a year. These may seem silly, but many women like me, like taking care of ourselves, and understand it is a part of being a woman. We feel good when we do this. Those days are gone. For now.

I think of my grandma and what she endured in her lifetime. She was so frugal and wise. All the wars, the great depression, she would often say when I was wasteful “willful waste makes woeful want.” I understand this now, and it humbles me.

The summer no longer feels like summer. The excitement of travel, camping trips, swimming at the lake, is no longer financially feasible. Some still do it but are going into debt to do so.

We are living to work, and not working to live. We are stuck in survival mode, and what of our lives have any meaning anymore? Work all your life and die broke? This is intentional.

The joy and comfort I find now is not on the material, but on the understanding that I am blessed to have a roof over my head.

There are blessings in hard times. The repulsiveness of materialism. This is a good thing. The appreciation of a car that works and is dependable.

I am grateful I have jobs. I am grateful I have a car. I am grateful I am a good cook and can make some decent dishes from few ingredients.

What worries me at night is if the communists fully rise to power worldwide.

The discomforts of now will become the comforts of past.

I don’t have your stamina, President Trump. But I do share your strength. My life’s trials and tribulations have strengthened me. Even though I am sad, even though I am tired, even though I am afraid, I embody the spirit and strength of our founding fathers.

We are a nation that is blessed by God. We have allowed our leaders to infiltrate evil in every aspect of our lives. We are a nation born of diverse cultures who shared one common familial trait. “The desire to be an American.” Old world cultures and prejudices took a backseat in this country. The pride in saying “I live in America, the land of the free, and the home of the brave. I am American.”

Long live America. May God continue to richly bless her and keep her free.

God Bless You President Trump

All my love to you from a fellow American,