Staying Human in a Time of Collapse

This Is Why I’m Still Writing

This morning, a familiar alarm went off—not from my phone, but somewhere deep inside.

That red-light-on-the-dashboard kind of feeling.

DANGER!
ALERT!

Everything inside and outside is screaming: duck, run, hide.

And truthfully? That instinct to curl inward, to go silent, to pretend none of it is happening—it still shows up sometimes.

But here’s what I know.

I’ve worked too hard for the peace I carry in my soul.

I earned it—through fire, grief, healing, and clarity.

And no one gets to take that from me. Not the noise. Not the news. Not the bullies in power.

I won’t give it up.
And if you’re reading this, I don’t think you will either.

That doesn’t mean we pretend things are fine. They’re not.
The world is shaking, breaking, unmaking itself in a hundred ways.
People are scared. People are suffering.

But if there’s one thing I trust, it’s that connection is how we survive.

We don’t heal in isolation. We don’t endure alone.
We reach for each other—even when our voices tremble, even when the ground feels unstable.

That’s why I’m here. That’s why I’m writing.

Even if the message is just:

I see you. I care. I’m still here.

And there’s more coming:

In the background, I’ve been working on something to offer clarity, comfort, and real strength for moments like these. A way for us to remember who we are—together—and what’s still possible when we stand in soul-alignment.

But that can wait a few more days

For now, just know:

You matter.
You’re not crazy.
You’re not alone.
And your peace is worth everything.

Hold steady.

With heart and fierceness,

Nancy