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🏡Lifehouse Network
➡️ Wondering what to do after a People's Emergency Briefing?
🌼 Gail Bradbrook’s 30 minute talk
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I'm relatively new to the collapse realization. Life was real hard for awhile, I went through some tough shit and its only been about two years that life, and I, have been stable enough to look outside my immediate day-to-day life. I have a three year old daughter and her grandma is her idol right now. Recently she has decided that she wants be a Grandma when she grows up. Every time she says it my chest tries to cave in...
Obviously I won't tell her a damn thing for a long ass time....she's THREE. But...how in the hell am I EVER supposed to tell her that she may not get to be a grandma, or that she shouldn't have children? How do any of you tell your children anything at all about the not-so-bright future? Its absolutely killing me that I brought children into this world only to realize that the world is beyond fucked. I'm so angry at previous generations, the governments of the world, the selfish billionaires, myself, humans as a whole...and so devastated I don't know what to do with it other than keep my head down and focus on the day-to-day like before. I did overhaul my garden this year and am focusing that on self sufficiency, and I'm doing what I can to prep for....all the possibilities I suppose. Trying to find joy in the little moments with my children. But holy fuck it is hard and I find myself crying more than I'd like. Any advice is appreciated.
I’ve been noticing something and I’m curious if other people have experienced this too.
What if a lot of us aren’t struggling to enjoy life because we’re doing something wrong, but because survival was modeled more than participation?
Growing up, I saw people work hard, push through exhaustion, sacrifice, be responsible, and keep going no matter what. But I don’t remember seeing many examples of people resting without guilt, playing just because they enjoyed it, pursuing joy, or participating in life in ways that weren’t tied to productivity or obligation.
Sometimes I wonder if things like joy, ease, hobbies, rest, community, or simply enjoying being alive can feel unfamiliar because many of us were taught how to survive, but not necessarily how to live.
Has anyone else noticed this in themselves, their family, or the people around them?
What did “living” actually look like in your household growing up?
