It’s not the end of the world… at least, I don’t think it is. Probably not. But, maybe?

We’ve been here before. We’ve felt this kind of collapse creeping in at the edges. The uncertainty, the panic, the scrolling until our eyeballs hurt.

We’ve seen it play out in cycles, and yet—every time—it feels bigger. Louder. More like an unraveling.The news cycles are intense, nervous systems are shot, and at this point, we’re either doomscrolling ourselves into an existential crisis or checking out and pretending nothing is happening at all.

But here’s the dilemma—how do we stay informed without spiraling? How do we take back our sense of safety when the systems we relied on start to crumble? And how do we keep fighting without losing ourselves in the chaos and letting it impact our livelihood and our relationships?And  if history has taught us anything, it’s that queer people don’t just survive—we unite, we build, and we make it look good while we’re doing it.