...being able to attempt to take protective measures -

their suffering is the warning to us on the other side.

We’re moving into winter and our bodies shift into hibernation instincts thanks to biological responses to the dark and cold.

Since serotonin production is triggered by sunlight, and melatonin production is triggered by darkness, we move slower.

Our bodies crave slowness.

But this world, especially the catastrophic, bleak state it is in right now, doesn’t allow that.

I don’t just mean having to submit to capitalism to put food on the table and a roof over our heads.

I mean the perpetual survival mode of having to know what’s going on in the world to keep ourselves and our loved ones safe.

And understanding that there are people who don’t have the privilege of reading information and being able to even attempt to take protective measures - their suffering is the warning to us on the other side.

So the sadness we are biologically more sensitive to in winter, is tenfold because of the constant suffering we see, and the 1% of the 1% who want to keep things that way.

It feels hopeless.

It feels that all problems are trivial in comparison. It feels that there is no way out.

I think one of the only thing we can do, I can really do, is keep talking - there are biological and sociological benefits to talking, whether you’re talking about heavy feelings or just chatting shit, keep doing it.

I think to not feel hopeless, I have to keep sharing about the atrocities in the world on socials because I don’t want anyone to forget what’s happening in the present.

But I also need to take breaks from it.

I need to keep doing the little things that make me feel like me, like gym, writing, music, watching really stupid shit on tv.

And lastly, holding onto my loved ones, my friends, my community.

Happy Friday <3