Tomorrow someone that I abhor and stands for everything I despise — racism, xenophobia, sexism, homophobia, greed and bullying — is going to become our President. In my lowest moments, I feel sick, frightened and hopeless. My anxiety levels are off the charts given my gloomy view of the future. And yet … I keep marching forward because I am not a quitter. Silence or bowing down are not options for me, so I will fight instead.