Last week we noted an article written by Lena Dunham for the feminist blog Lenny Letter, entitled "Don't Agonize, Organize," in which Dunham chronicled her complete devastation on election night after she realized that "something had gone horribly wrong".

The three hours I spent at the Javits Center Tuesday night, surrounded by campaign staffers and fellow surrogates for Hillary Clinton, are blurred and spotty. At a certain point it became clear something had gone horribly wrong. Celebrants' faces turned. The modeling had been incorrect. Watching the numbers in Florida, I touched my face and realized I was crying. "Can we please go home?" I said to my boyfriend. I could tell he was having trouble breathing, and I could feel my chin breaking into hives. Another woman showed me her matching hive, hidden by fresh concealer. At home I got in the shower and began to cry even harder. My boyfriend, who had already wept, watched me as I mumbled incoherently, clutching myself. "It wasn't supposed to go this way. It was supposed to be her job. She worked her whole life for the job. It's her job."

Since election day we've been peppered by one outburst after another from the disaffected snowflake who can't seem to come to terms with the results of the democratic process. She recently went so far as to share her utter "terror" that a "predator will soon be residing in the White House."

Now, apparently the post-election stress has just overwhelmed the sensitive Dunham to the point that she has checked herself into a posh resort in Sedona, Arizona to recover from her misery. Per the Instagram post below, Dunham has resorted to desert "vision quests" to help with her suffering.

Asked the Canyon for some guidance. She said this week is going to be revolutionary, and so I threw my arms open and said "bring it." (Good thing we got the week's first true smile on camera.) Loving you all and whispered some wishes for you into the big red rock.

Asked the Canyon for some guidance. She said this week is going to be revolutionary, and so I threw my arms open and said "bring it." (Good thing we got the week's first true smile on camera.) Loving you all and whispered some wishes for you into the big red rock. A photo posted by Lena Dunham (@lenadunham) on Nov 13, 2016 at 9:41pm PST

While we wish her the best of luck as she wanders aimlessly in the desert, we would just like to remind Dunham that travel arrangements are still set to the extent she wants to follow through on her pledge to move to Vancouver.