I initially posted this in another sub but I felt like the message would be well-received here too. made a few minor edits since the OP was geared toward a female audience.
hello dears, lots of things around the world are complete shit and I'm not here to be a doomer and remind you of why that is. nor am I here to spread toxic positivity pseudo-inspiration slop because who needs that.
many of us hail from marginalized communities or love someone who does; many of us are queer, neurodivergent, trans, POC, disabled, poor, immigrant, chronically ill, and vulnerable. I don't need to convince you of your inherent human value and inalienable right to live in the world any more than I need to prove that water is wet, but we all know why that is even a point of discussion.
we need to survive. we must. and dammit, we will. if not individually, then collectively. we can't control luck or what has already passed, and, infuriatingly, we can't control things that should damn well be within our autonomy. but we CAN grip our oppression by its ugly nutsack with all the bruising force we can muster and never. let. go.
you don't have to personally reverse the tides of history from crashing down on our shores, nor should you feel guilty for not having the godlike level of power that would require. but you HAVE power, damn you. it wouldn't be worthwhile to subjugate us if we didn't.
if you aren't able to protest or organize or boycott, you still have power. be a sounding board to a struggling friend, grow plants, support a local creator, download archives of research articles, cast a spell, familiarize yourself with resources in your area, write a poem, renew your prescriptions, stare (defiantly!) at the wall, do absolutely anything but roll over and accept defeat. if you can't do the "right" thing consistently, do it inconsistently and own it.
remember that you are dynamic and ever-changing. what challenges you now may not necessarily challenge you always. you will learn and grow ever stronger than you can possibly foresee.
so fuck the odds and especially fuck those betting on our collapse. what collapses, we'll prop back up with sticks and mud and guard dearly until it heals again. what were the odds of this batshit timeline coming to fruition, yet here we are? the odds are a prediction sketched in dotted lines, not a prophecy.
keep marching, my friends. it's not over and never let anyone convince you otherwise. ✊