Manufacturing hope
I recently read the best thing I've come across in a while, Amy Newell's latest installment of Woe. She's been very open about her struggles with her own mind, and much of it resonates deeply.
Something I've struggled with a lot over the past couple of years is the increasingly terrible hellscape we've manufactured for ourselves to live in. It feels like things are only ever getting worse and, reinforced by a self-selected assortment of doomsday thought pieces, like our chance to fix it has passed and we're all pretty much fucked.