Doublethink

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The story below is fiction and written based on the following quote from the book 1984 and tied into today’s current political climate.

"Doublethink means the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them" - George Orwell 1984

Setting: Emily sits alone in her dimly lit kitchen at 2 a.m., a flickering fluorescent light casting shadows on her exhausted face. Her voice is a low, unsteady whisper, teetering between dread and resignation. The year is 2025, and the Trump administration’s “economic recovery” campaign is reshaping public perception.

Doublethink. That’s what they call it, isn’t it? Holding two truths in your head, both screaming at you, and somehow believing them both. I read 1984 years ago, but now it’s not a book, it’s my mind, cracking under the weight of their lies. I’m Emily, a nurse, just a regular woman trying to keep people alive in a hospital that’s falling apart. But they’re inside my head now, twisting everything, making me doubt what’s real. And I’m scared. Scared I’m losing myself.

They tell us the economy’s booming. Every screen, every radio, every X post from the administration’s ‘America First Prosperity’ campaign says it: record jobs, soaring markets, a golden age. Trump’s face is everywhere, smiling, promising we’re all winning. But I see the truth every day. My patients can’t afford their meds since the Medicaid cuts in June 2025. My neighbor lost her food stamps due to "budget streamlining," they called it. My own paycheck’s shrinking; the hospital’s understaffed because of those tax breaks for billionaires that gutted public funding. I worked 80 hours last week, and I still can’t pay my electric bill. Yet they say we’re thriving. And part of me, God help me, wants to believe it.

I tried to speak up. Posted on X about the hospital layoffs, how the ‘economic recovery’ is a lie for people like me. Within hours, my account was shadow banned. Then the emails started, anonymous, but official-sounding, warning me to "align with the national narrative" or face "consequences." My supervisor got a call from some federal "compliance office", they’re using Palantir’s data systems again, tracking who’s not clapping loud enough. Now I’m on a watch list. My coworkers won’t look at me. They’re scared too. They believe the economy’s great, even as they skip meals to pay rent. They cheer the tax cuts while their kids go hungry. Doublethink. It’s not just a word. It’s a sickness.

I can’t sleep anymore. My thoughts twist in circles. I hear Trump’s voice on the news, saying we’re stronger than ever, and I nod, even as I stitch up a patient who overdosed because he couldn’t afford insulin. I tell myself it’s fine, it’s progress, but my hands shake, and my reflection in the mirror looks like a stranger. They’re breaking me, making me hold their lies and my truth at the same time, until I don’t know which is which. Last night, I caught myself whispering, ‘Maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m the problem.’ That’s what they want. A nation of broken minds, nodding along to their contradictions, too afraid to think straight. I’m slipping, and the darkness is closing in. Soon, I won’t even know who I was.