The days feel short, while everyone’s expectations of you stay long. You can’t feel the warmth of the sun on your skin. Scrolling over images of genocide juxtaposed with celebrity gossip, cognitive dissonance feels like nausea. Winter storms knocking out your power, your heat, your plumbing, your childcare. And at the same time you might be going through grief, job loss, abuse, recovery, conflict, chronic health conditions, loneliness. Sometimes it’s enough to wonder if you’ll be crushed, unable to get up and get through another day. You’ve stretched around and out for any kind of help or hope and maybe only found scraps.