The Void Said “No,” So I Found Ten Yeses

How ocean treaties, rescued sharks, clean energy, and ordinary people brought me back to breath

When I finally put the kids to bed and take in that deep breath of relief as I lay another day to rest, my brain does this extremely scientific thing where it attempts to process the entire state of the world through the glow of a rectangle. I call it “doomscrolling,” though “marinating in anxiety” is probably more accurate. My thumb moves like it’s tra…