Use the Anger

I am fucking mad.

I’m mad at this administration and what it has allowed to happen. I’m mad at how far things have slid while we were told to stay calm, be patient, wait it out. What’s happening isn’t normal. It isn’t inevitable. It’s fucking insanity.

We deserve to live in a world where we are safe. Where we can exist as who we are without fear, without apology, without constantly scanning for danger. If you feel like you’re going crazy right now, it’s not because you are. It’s because the system is doing exactly what it was designed to do: confuse you, exhaust you, and make you doubt your own clarity.

That constant churn, the overwhelm, the whiplash, the feeling that everything is too much all the time—that’s not a personal failure. That’s the point.

Which is why protecting your energy isn’t selfish. It’s survival. Resisting fascism doesn’t only happen in the streets, though it happens there too. It happens in small ways and big ones. It happens in how you speak, how you refuse to be silenced, how you don’t let yourself be numbed into compliance.

And having big feelings about all of this? That’s not weakness. That’s a sign you’re still awake.

If you’re angry, good. Anger is information. Anger is fuel. The danger isn’t feeling it, the danger is letting it collapse inward until it turns into helplessness.

Now is the time for difficult conversations. Not polite ones. Not comfortable ones. The kind where you challenge the people in your circle. The kind where you stop smoothing things over to keep the peace. Silence is no longer neutral, if it ever was.

It’s easy to get stuck in feeling: rage, grief, fear, and then freeze. To tell ourselves nothing we do matters. That we’re too small, too late, too powerless.

But that’s a lie. And it’s a convenient one.

Small actions matter. Movement matters. Getting up matters. Using your voice matters, even if it shakes at first. Especially if it shakes. Practice speaking. Practice being seen. Practice refusing to disappear.

Make art. Write. Draw. Build something. Say the thing you’ve been swallowing. Creativity is not a distraction from resistance, it’s one of its oldest forms.

This fight didn’t start this year. It didn’t start with this administration. It has been going on for decades, and we have won before. Not because we were quiet. Not because we waited. But because people moved. Because they loved fiercely. Because they chose goodness as an action, not a feeling.

Every story we grow up with is about good versus evil, but none of them end with goodness sitting still and hoping things work out.

So do whatever you can do. Big or small. Loud or quiet. Messy or imperfect.

Just don’t do nothing.