The vast majority of people who don't know about collapse aren't ignorant or willfully stuborn. They don't know because they can't know. As in, they literally lack the framework, knowledge, and/or ways of interpreting that knowledge.

Things only appear in certain orders.

Many struggle with grasping the implications of climate change, let alone the actual stakes involved in all of our travails. For many various reasons, some -nefarious, most benign, the average person's ability to recognize, work with, or conceptualize big picture stuff has been severely deprioritized or actively neutered. Its obvious to us. It's probably not to your coworkers tho.

Most days I feel like a mad prophet, wondering the steeets rambling mad about grim and odious tidings of a dark horizon to uncaring ears. Oh course people don't listen to the tidings because it's just noise to them because they don't get it because they don't have the ability to get it not because they are ignorant and stupid but because they have lived a life that has incentivized them away from ever being able to know.

idk where I'm going with this just that the burden of knowledge is heavy and my head and heart ache. I feel like people need to know.

I learned so much on tiktok from people who I would’ve never been able to meet in person. I learned so many things I was never introduced to in school, and some things that they didn’t want to mention to us in school. It gave me a glimpse of some places and cultures that I haven’t experienced in person and I don’t know if I will even get the chance to. I found niche communities that understood and respected my voice. I’ve seen so many people bring up “bread and circuses” and they’re right…why take away something that we enjoy when people are already angry and already on edge? Of course we know why.

I’m aware of how dramatic that might sound but I cried a bit earlier thinking about this. All it does is continue to reinforce, quicken, and further a deeper descent into fascism. Sure, this isn’t the first or last thing to be banned so I shouldn’t be surprised. But as a lover of books, movies, shows, etc. I fear with the upcoming administration that it won’t stop here.

Edit: Thankfully some creators are moving to other platforms but tiktok has a great algorithm unlike instagram, x, etc. It’s definitely not perfect, but there’s way less censorship on certain topics like politics and oppression. If the app somehow gets pushed into Musk’s or Zuck’s hands, a lot of people are threatening to just delete it anyway as either of them would absolutely destroy what makes it valuable

https://youtu.be/AhQQ88biuok

You are not powerless to change things. You are MOSTLY powerless, but you are not powerless.

This might sound like a distinction without a difference, and if you were the only person who wanted things to change, it would be. If you were standing on your own against the evil empire and the psychopathic dystopia it has created, there would be no meaningful difference between your having zero power to change things and just having a tiny bit above zero power. Nothing would change regardless.

But you are not standing on your own. More and more people are waking up to the reality that the current order of things is unsustainable and urgently needs to be replaced with something drastically different. More and more people are becoming forcefully opposed to the murder, tyranny and abuse that the status quo is creating today, and to the ecological disaster and nuclear armageddon it is creating for tomorrow.

If it was just one person standing against this, being almost powerless would be functionally the same as being completely powerless. But because more and more people are coming to stand on your side of things, there is a greater and greater effective difference between being powerless and being mostly powerless.

We’ve all got a grain of sand’s worth of influence over our world. The historically unprecedented democratization of information and our ability to network and communicate like never before has given us all a grain of sand’s worth of power to open eyes and win hearts and minds over to a more revolutionary worldview.

Drop a grain of sand on your enemy’s head and it’s functionally the same as doing nothing. Drop a thousand tons of sand on your enemy, and it’s an entirely different story.

It might seem hopeless. The empire managers have our political systems locked down. They wield so much influence with their mass media propaganda and other forms of indoctrination. They seem to have an inexhaustible ability to undermine or corrupt any force of good that manages to punch its way through their network of control.

But it isn’t hopeless. It would only be hopeless if we were standing alone.

It can take a bit of insight to recognize this as a message of hope in an environment of western individualism. Hollywood has trained us to believe that you beat the bad guy and save the world solely through your own heroic actions as an individual. That victory looks like an egoically gratifying moment where you spin-kick the supervillain into molten lava after saying something pithy and masculine.

That isn’t the sort of thing that’s called for here. We’ll all have to work hard as individuals to win, but it will only be so that we can throw our own tiny grain of sand onto the head of our powerful foe. Our power lies in our vastly superior numbers, not in our own might as individuals.

That’s all you need to remember when you are feeling powerless: that feeling of powerlessness only makes sense from the standpoint of the individual hero’s journey. But the human adventure is not about an individual hero’s journey, it’s about billions of people waking up to reality together and becoming a conscious species.

Together, a bunch of mostly powerless people can create a very, very powerful force. If a healthy world is to be born, it is that force by which it will come into being.

I want to open by saying I recognize the pointlessness of this question, as in life as it always has been, one can die from the most mundane cause in a mere moment. A random falling object, a bad fall, a sudden physical disorder or ailment, all of these could be ones end in the next second.

I approach this question with more curiousity and probability lense, and think of it in regards to what is common in collapse situations. Death by Famine. Death by disease (looking at you H5N1). Death by stabbing, explosion, or bullet wound. Perhaps something even more mundane; exhaustion and resignation.

“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.”I have been in collapse circles for a few years now, and have been aware of the concept of collapse from reading about the Bronze Age collapse since I was a kid. I’m also appreciative of my life, and while I want to keep living I consider my life well lived, and think that I would be at peace with it. This is more of a thought experiment in what I see as the acceptance in my grief over the learning and knowledge of the world I had hoped I would receive in this one life. Perhaps it is part of that grieving, and I will never be done grieving.

I’m less interested in the specifics of others so much as the shared thought. Are there others with this kind of thought?

Im 24. I was excited to live my life and see what every other fucking person before me had at the end of their days. I was excited to take inventory of my years, and it could not come late enough. So fucking unfair, man. So fucking unfair.

most days I try not to think about it very hard, or else I’ll send myself into a depressive spiral. but god, ever since I was a kid, I just wanted to live a little minimalist life with the love of my life. I didn’t want money, I didn’t want fame or adrenaline, I just wanted to wake up to someone I loved until the day I died.

I know that dream isn’t particularly unique or revolutionary. in fact, I forgot about it for a long time, because I slowly started to believe it wouldn’t happen to me. but then I found her, and it was one of those moments I knew right away: it’s her. the problem is that she lives in the UK, a whole ocean away from me, and moving over there is impossible because of immigration protocols and policies that only seem to get tighter and tighter every year. and I’m just so, so sad. so sad that corporate and capitalist greed has sucked the blood and vitality out of this planet, that I’m denied something as simple as waking up to the person I love because a handful of dimwits in government want to get richer and are insatiable.

I can’t exactly ask her to move back here, either (she is a US citizen). how could I justify asking her to move back to a collapsing country where she has to pay an arm and a leg for health insurance? how could I justify asking her to move back to a country rife with shootings, violence, and general anti-intellectualism?

love is what will get us through this mess. I know that we could have a year left, or we could have 20, or we could have 50. but this past year I’ve just been locked in a freeze state because I thought, hell, it doesn’t matter. I’m alone, so I’ll just live for myself until this country finally falls apart and I go with it, but now there’s someone I love and suddenly it isn’t just me anymore.

I’m only 23 and I’m just sad and scared and I don’t know how to keep going.

I’ve been collapse aware for awhile and it doesn’t help my latent bipolar disorder in the least, just makes me more depressed. In the aftermath of the recent US election I was in a bit of a panic, so anxious I couldn’t function properly. Every day things seemed to get worse.

I made an appointment with my nurse practitioner to get something short time for my anxiety till I got used to the situation. Like a few days.

It didn’t go at all as I expected. She asked me what I was anxious about so I told her. She did not seem to believe a word I said. She said I was in a manic episode and I believe she thought I was in a state of delusional paranoia. She wanted to admit me to the psychiatric ward.

I barely got out of there. I vehemently refused to be admitted. I said there was no one available to walk my dog and I was not going to come home to poop and pee all over the place. This was a lie.

And all I did was tell her literal facts and events that were reported in the mainstream news media and on TV.

My anxiety went away on its own, no help from her.

The following month I saw my actual psychiatrist, an immigrant, and we talked about how serious the situation was and how to help my mental health.

I'm a regular lurker on a lot of subreddits and I've notitced that collapse subs are very focused on mental health. Political subs are hit or miss, you never know. But collapse has been regularly involved and I really can't express my gratitude.

Other subs have cute little disclaimers. Collapse almost has a TOS. How is it that this depressing community takes better care of their users than anyone else? Its a mystery, to me anyway

But losing David Lynch today was a tough blow. There are beacons of light in this dark and scary world and it’s always hard when one of those lights flicker out.

So much already and we aren’t even through January.

Thanks for listening

I don't want to sound like a psychopath who's celebrating the LA conflageration, doomers already get a bad rep.

The simple fact is that whenever something like this happens it validates all the decisions and sacrifices I've made in the last several years. We're constantly being gaslighted by the media concerning collapse, made to feel crazy, made to feel guilty for dropping out of society. There's also a good deal of self doubt, I see other people who are living very comfortably and getting even more invested in civilization, it makes me question if I've made the right decisions in life.

Life would be so much easier if I followed the crowd but knowing that it's all temporary I can't let myself get trapped on the sinking ship.

I do feel sorry for the people suffering but it also inspires me to keep pushing on despite all the difficulties. All the toiling in the soil, the building, the rejection of modern comforts. With every disaster I know I've chosen the right path in life and it drives me on to work even harder.

I recently switched to the service industry but was laid off. Out of work again. Applying for server jobs but what else should I look into? I can’t go back to corporate 9-5 desk job. I worked in marketing and design for about 8 years. Started my own event photography company. It’s hard to keep going but I need a job quick! What do you recommend I look into? I know health care and trade schools are good for jobs that will survive the future, but what else? Need something asap but willing to invest in something else for the long term.

To some extent I’ve been living with awareness of climate change and a sense of impending doom since I was in high school in the early to mid 2000s. I grew up in a highly political and progressive leaning family and being autistic kind of absorbed fully the implications of where the world was heading long before most people did.

The problem is that on top of this I was also struggling to make friends, to get through school and find work and complete all the normal milestones of life. I did make it through school ultimately and graduated with a degree but ever I’ve continued to struggle with intense depression and a sense of impending doom on a daily basis. I briefly had some success as a journalist and was told I was a good writer but trying to write about politics in the Trump era just further heightened my sense of impending doom and the Adderall I was taking for my executive dysfunction just caused me to spiral deeper.

All of this led to my being out of work for over a year during the pandemic which eventually destroyed what limited executive functioning I had left and since then I’ve made futile efforts to find work. Discovering I’m trans (mtf) didn’t help because it just heightened my sense of impending doom, realizing that I could be one of the victims of the very system I’d been aware of since high school. I also destroyed a deeply loving relationship because of my inability to find work and heavy weed use which was the only thing that seems to help me cope with the world and feel happy for a bit.

Now I’m 36, living in section 8 housing and trying to muster up the courage to even apply for a minimum wage job while having a handful of distant friends from around the world. It’s weird watching virtually everything happen in the world pretty close to how I predicted it would and I suppose I should be numb to it by now but I refuse. I almost feel like if I stopped hurting I’d become exactly what I’ve always hated in others who seem better adjusted to this world. I wish I’d had a carefree youth, I wish I’d had the illusion that things could get better like so many did but I feel like happiness just passed me by. I still hold out hope that I can make my life better, i have moments of joy from playing music and still have dreams but I just have no clue how I can achieve any of them in this painful world.

When my grief about the unimaginable beauty and wonder of this world being destroyed becomes too much to bear, I remind myself that I am merely a vessel for the universe to experience itself.

Conscious beings existed long before hominids, who witnessed the rise and fall of the very shapes of life.

Consciousness necessitates perception. Our only inherent purpose is to experience the universe. We are a part of the universe that gets to experience the despair of our world collapsing, like a great tragedy on stage.

It is a gift to be able to experience such a profound, ultimate sorrow. The fact that it is tragic shows how much we love being alive.

So grieve. Be the universe dancing in itself as the paradise it sustained for millennia collapses. Experience the highs of joy and depths of despair. Do it all while you can.

I allow myself to become an open vessel for reality itself to feel. And in doing so it gives my grief a purpose when I feel powerless: the power to love as death approaches. I give myself permission to grieve, because I would want the universe to be able to witness itself die and have thoughts and feelings about its death.

When you know there is nothing more you can do, grieving is enough. The pain means that, right now, you are among the living, the experiencing, the thinking. How wonderful of an opportunity that is.

I just don't understand anymore. I'm a highschooler who is also gay and I live in America. I've been watching the train speed toward the edge of the rail all my life and even still, I am. I just...don't see the point of it all. I don't see the point of doing my school work, doing my chores, trying to make allowance money, going above and beyond to get good grades knowing that by the time I'm supposed to be in college it'll all have been for nothing. I contemplated suicide a lot, and I have self harmed before, but it always scared me, so it was only once. But I'm starting to care less. I'm tired of being scared, tired of running, tired of avoiding thinking about my future because all I can see is a sky that's blood red. Climate collapse, fascism, wars...I hate this. I'm over it.

The fires almost got to my families homes and was coming for my apartment. I fled to arizona and have stayed with friends. I had left these Reddit communities but I feel like my denial may not necessarily be the best. Maybe I really do need to start thinking about my future and how I might homestead. Maybe I do need to give up on living in LA even though I’ve been there my whole life.

I had thought of nuclear war occurring but oddly hadn’t thought of a firestorm of this magnitude happening from the forest fires. People are being surprisingly chill about how it actually played out. The whole city could have gone if the winds hadn’t died down. Or if a bad actor lit a bunch of places up at once. I think the whole city could burn in the next 5-10 years..

And it seems like city officials have known this was a possibility and kept it from everyone..

I think I’ve started grieving because it will never be the same… and I’ve come back here because I’ve been collapse aware but chose to put it away for a while. Maybe it would still be better to go back to not knowing so much?

Just curious about what all the thoughts and plans are here. I’m a late 90s baby, so it hasn’t made any sense to me. 40 years from now? It’s hard to imagine retirement being the same experience.

https://youtu.be/SxJxfFEZGkI

I honestly don’t know if we’ll make it.

I can’t say with any degree of certainty that truth and sanity will prevail, that the world will stop burning, that we’ll stop being cruel to each other and start moving toward health and harmony.

Maybe our species is approaching the end of its run here. I cannot tell you for sure that it isn’t.

What I can tell you for sure is that there is a magpie outside my window, and that my eyes are dripping with love for it.

I can tell you I went for a walk about an hour ago, and the ground felt delicious on my feet while the wind caressed my hair.

Maybe we don’t get to be here for much longer. I can’t honestly tell you otherwise. But I can tell you it’s very possible to relish each precious instant we are here.

The universe will sing to you, if you listen. There are kisses hidden in the rustling leaves. There are galaxies hidden in the sounds of trains.

We can live from there. Even amid the raging fires. Even amid the genocide and pain. Even amid all the advertising, the vapid Hollywood dogshit, the fast fashion, the phoniness, the deceit. We can cherish the world like a mother cherishes a newborn baby, even if we wind up doing so while watching it die.

We are living in dystopia, but we don’t need to be living in hell. As fraudulent and destructive as this civilization is, and as all-pervasive as its madness seems to be, it is still built on the surface of an ancient planet which pulsates with primordial wisdom. Just below the superficial layer of the cacophony of human madness, there are uncharted depths in which strange leviathans swim.

I’m not here to tell you we’re going to win this thing. I’m not here to sell a false and unearned certainty in a happy ending. I’m here to tell you that this world is one hell of a glorious ride regardless of what happens, and that it would be a damn shame if you didn’t appreciate it while it lasts.

You don’t need to waste your life as one of those jaded, world-weary politically conscious people who think they know too much to be happy, and that everything is too dark and dismal to enjoy their time here. You don’t need to choose between being happy and being well-informed. We are engulfed in an endless explosion of miracles and beauty in every living instant on this earth no matter what happens and no matter how much we we know. It is only a failure of our own perception if we don’t recognize this.

We’ve got a lot of work to do here, and we’re going to continue seeing some very ugly things happening in our world for the foreseeable future. It does nobody any good for us to let the darkness burn us out and exhaust us instead of learning to enjoy our time on this planet while we fight.

I know I’ve shared this same message before in various ways, but that’s only because I see a great need for it. I’ve heard too many people saying they are feeling torn down and broken by the terrible things happening in this world, and that they don’t know how to go on.

You go on by going in. By diving right in to reality, in all its burning, blood-soaked, agonizing glory. By feeling it all, all the way through, without trying to lean back and compartmentalize any part of yourself away from it. The ocean is unbothered by the waves not because it is separate from them but because it is inseparably one with them.

Feel the pain. Cry the tears. Witness the suffering. Experience the beauty. Notice the endless eruption of love which lies at the heart of all things. Celebrate the magpie. Cherish the wind in your hair and the ground beneath your feet.

No matter what happens, nobody can take these things from you. No matter what else the bastards might take, they can never take away your innate exuberance at living a human life on this terrestrial wonderball.

That’s the secret to finding happiness in the midst of a genocidal dystopia on a dying world. Not by hiding from the reality of it, but by diving right into it without holding anything back.

If you do this, you will find that there is so very, very much more joy, love, beauty and exhilaration in this adventure than there is heartbreak and pain. There is vast delight to be found in the smallest of things.

Our minds tend to focus on what’s wrong and what’s bad, while overlooking how absolutely fucking amazing it is to be living as a human organism on this earth. This habit can be unlearned. The gift of each moment can be appreciated as it comes. Everything that arises can be met for the first time with wide-eyed marvel.

And we can keep fighting in the meantime. And we can do so with deep gratitude in our chests for every magical instant.

Everything seems so overwhelming to me. I feel like I am barely functional in a normally functioning society and yet mental health resources all seem to think I am doing ok since I have not lost my job or tried to unalive myself. Here is the break down of my problems:

1. I can't seem to be able to do any basic task other than keeping myself alive. I do not cook. I order takeout. I do not clean. I live in filth. I look at my apartment and am overwhelmed at the mess. I have tried the old "just clean for 5 minutes trick and even that seems to take most of my energy. Anything related to "executive dysfunction" seems to be laughed at by any medical professional I find in this damn continent. It seems only the US of all places knows proper mental healthcare. Everywhere else it's "have you tried going to the gym/going on walks?" I legit do not understand why people WANT to live. People who survive in extreme situations baffle me. It makes me wonder if I somehow either lack some fundamental survival instinct or maybe everyone secretly hates life but are trapped in this hell due to having families they don't want to see get hurt. It's the only reason I am here (even though the people who I don't want to hurt don't feel the same way about me).

2. I require way too much food. When I a, bored, I eat. I also develop crippling migraines if I don't eat every 4 hours. Fasting is suicide for me. This will be a problem in famine situations

3. I can't bring myself to teach myself any "useful skill". I know how to code. That's it. My engineering degree was worthless. I cannot do anything with my hands. They sweat a lot and everything slips. All attempts to use anti perspirants have failed.

4. I am nice but I just can't stand being around people too long. I just end up staying silent and listen. Some people enjoy it, others don't. When I speak for too long I will usually put my foot in my mouth and say something stupid. If I stay quiet, a lot of people (especially my family) seem to go into "interrogation mode" and start asking me frustrated questions in a sense that somehow I was supposed to convey this information on my own (I.e. "what do you like to do in your spare time? Who were you with? Why don't you visit more often?") my social battery is tiny. Ideally I would only talk to people once a week on the phone if I feel like it. All my friendships were people who came to me and thought I was an interesting person. These are the people who are my friends for life. Sadly, they are scattered across the globe and the dominating paradigm of friendships from what I can gather is constant maintenance, presence for the sake of presence, talking for the sake of talking and gossiping about others.

5. I live in a foreign country. My home country is full of backwards, mean people who would likely beat me to death or exclude me for thinking I am gay or simply being quiet. I don't want to go back. But I fear no country in Europe will accept me either. I a, white and European which helps but who knows for how long.

All this is overwhelming and makes me wonder I should never have been born in the first place since I am clearly a thing that could only exist in a society such as ours. How do I begin to solve this?

It seems pretty hopeless. I get it. Most everyone here knows the science behind global warming. We know that all of these delicate systems are starting to tip and are going to have a cascading effect that some climate models haven't quite accounted for. For months I scrolled r/collapse and found myself getting extremely upset that our planet is a runaway train and there is no superhero, no Keanu Reeves, to stop it from crashing.

And I'm still not depressed. Why? I've learned a very important lesson the past two years that I'd love to share with you all. Hopefully it's something you might try to alleviate the anxiety, hopelessness, fear, and depression you have aboutt he state of things.

Lesson #1
I lived in a very tiny community in Hawaii for a few summers. It's so small, everyone knows everyone. And while I was there, I learned about community in a way that I never had, having lived in a very individualistic busy city transient environment.

In this small community I discovered that everyone donates. Everyone pitches in. On any given day, my host was dropping off food for the eldery around town, or helping a friend move, gifting clothes to a neighbor, or volunteering elsewhere. She let gardeners take extra fruit if they needed it. She in turn had a car donated to her. Others around the island were always coming together to clean up beaches, restore old fishing ponds, remove invasive species. The sheer amount of volunteerism that went on in that tiny community was ASTOUNDING. You couldn't bump into a local who didn't volunteer or give back several times a week in some way or shape.

Why I share this with you? The lesson I learned, is that the most impactful power an individual has is within 5 miles of their locality. Their local community. When you focus on the world within five miles of you, impact seems attainable and IT IS. They show up to board meetings when a developer is coming in to build over sacred land. They talk to their local elected official. There is this mindset that everyone is helping others. I think a lot of this has to do with Hawaiian culture and the great sense of family and community.

But what does this have to do with you?

My recommendation is this: ignore everything else in the world and focus on your immediate neighborhood. Can you volunteer? Can you donate to a no buy facebook group? Can you shop local? Can you volunteer your strength in a way that serves someone within five miles of you? Volunteer, give back and help make your community RESILIENT by making it feel like others are here to help others in times of need.

Lesson #2
Stop scrolling. You know everything you need to know about collapse. About the environment. All you're doing is scrolling. Scrolling isn't doing anything for you now. It's not helping you. It's not helping your family. You are already aware. You don't need more awareness. You can log off.

I know, I know, haters will say 'ignorance is bliss'. That's not the message. The message is you are ALREADY informed. And my guess is that you are not doing anything different than you would be if you were not informed.

Posting tweets, posting IG stories or any of the social media passivity of 'spreading awareness' is not meaningful. I fully believe spreading awareness on social media at this point is passive and serves little to no purpose. Citizens who want to know, at this point, are in the know. Those who want to stick their heads in the sand, well, forcing them out of the sand and into your state of hopelessness is not helpful either.

GOING BACK TO LESSON #1
Being more informed is not action at this point. It's harming your mental health and it's likely causing you to feel powerless. Here's the good news! You're not powerless. There is literally so fucking much you can do in your local community. Anyone who says 'well that's not going to stop climate change' can GTFO. You are not going to be a global superhero so stop shaming others into trying to live into this ideal that you fail to live yourself.

What you can do is find out where you can serve at the local level, within your five square miles. Resilient communities are needed for the future. People helping people. That's what's needed. That's what you can do.

List of ideas:
- Donate things to your local No Buy groups
- Sign up for lasagnalove and cook a lasagna for a family IN YOUR AREA
- Get vetted to volunteer for a local school; read to kids
- Sign up for Big Brother, Big Sister and be a mentor to a child in need
- Spend a saturday morning picking up trash along your street and post to r/Detrashed and your local subreddit
- Look for interesting community events in your neighborhood and simply show up and chat with people
- Volunteer a friday night to chatting with lonely elderly people at a local senior living center
- Attend a local government meeting. Just show up and listen. You don't even need to speak! Just start with learning what's going on in your community. What are people concerned about? What does your elected official stand for?
- Write in to an elected official about something you care about!
- Pack a homeless person a kit of essentials and give it to someone in need
- Look for local groups giving back and try joining one for an event
- Sign up for Catchafire and find an organization you can donate an hour of your time

Folks, there is so much you can do within 5 miles of your home. Start there. Start with what is manageable and you will find so much peace, empowerment, and joy.

Do you have other ideas? Share yours below!

I know that we are all going to die one day. Some from old age, some from cancer, car accidents. War. I should major in environmental science if it’s what I want to do and if I see it as a worthwhile pursuit— but let’s be real. People going to college right now, including me, are doing it to build lives in the future. I wanted to be a wildlife biologist, or a park ranger. I suppose I wanted trees and sun and more life, and more joy.

Now I’m in the same place I was four years ago when I was 16, laying in my childhood bedroom weeping, caught in the intersection between grief and panic. I don’t think there will be anything left for me to live for in ten years. I can see my family and myself plowing through what was meant to be retirement funds, college tuitions, just to find places to stay and food to eat. Forget any recognizable wilderness for me to be hired to protect— that’s a dream at this point. I will think of snow, of bugs and birds, and it will be like the elderly today babbling about how ten dollars used to be a livable wage.

I feel like there is genuinely no point in striving for anything anymore. Even preparing for the apocalypse is pointless. Storing gasoline and canned food and seeds— for what? To live for another five years like a factory farm animal? What’s the use? What is the use?

Hi all, I’m 35 and spouse is 41 and we just haven’t been able to buy a house/apartment yet for a few reasons. We could move out to the country/more rural for lower prices if our jobs didn’t require us to be in the city, but that’s not really an option right now.

I feel really behind in life because of this and then I’m like well with everything going on in the world does it really matter if you’re a homeowner or not? At the end of the day we love our city and rental apartment (and have a fantastic landlord) so I guess that’s something.

Thoughts?

I used to live in the US, but can't afford healthcare or housing there, plus it's going from Worse to Worst at an exponential rate. And moving to Latin America has been the best decision I've ever made. People generally aren't collapse aware, though, because life is generally good, even if you're poor, because people are generally good, friendly, kind, rational, and accepting of each other.

Lots of ways I could search for groups to join, but I don't know the best ways. Any suggestions?

So I’m 23 and live in Chicago. I feel I should prepare and prep for something but idk for what specifically for living in Chicago. I do feel like another pandemic may start soon at any time (bird flu). But idk what else should I stock up but in a reasonable manner. Also on a budget because somehow I still need to pay bills (for whatever reason🙄). Also given where I live idk should I consider moving somewhere else in the state or to near by states in the future? I also have no property I can go to and I have almost no survival skills. Honestly idk why I’m thinking to survive an emergency situation in the first place if there is even a point anymore

I feel so hopeless and have been having a lot of panic. At this point I feel like I somehow need to come to terms with the fact that climate change is likely going to kill us. How can I accept and be okay with death and dying like this? Any resources/books/tools/words of wisdom/advice....ect to help me accept the probability I will slowly watch the world around me crumble and die, watch loved ones die, and eventually die myself probably in suffering from the implications of climate change? I am not religious, although have always been spiritual believing in energy, so unfortunatley I wouldn't find anything religious too comforting.

I feel so hopeless and have been having a lot of panic. At this point I feel like I somehow need to come to terms with the fact that climate change is likely going to kill us. How can I accept and be okay with death and dying like this? Any resources/books/tools/words of wisdom/advice....ect to help me accept the probability I will slowly watch the world around me crumble and die, watch loved ones die, and eventually die myself probably in suffering from the implications of climate change? I am not religious, although have always been spiritual believing in energy, so unfortunatley I wouldn't find anything religious too comforting.