The Breaking Is Also the Becoming

I’ve been feeling the weight lately. Maybe you have too.

The kind of weight that settles deep in your chest when you scroll the news. When you see rights stripped, people dehumanized, and those in power move with impunity. When courts fail to act. When cruelty becomes policy. When it feels like no one is coming to save us.

Some days, it’s hard to believe in this country anymore.

But here’s the thing—I don’t believe in systems. I believe in people. And people are waking up.

We are watching something crumble. The façade of democracy without justice. The illusion of freedom without equity. The myth of American exceptionalism is cracking—and in that crack, something else is trying to be born.

The truth is, we are not powerless. We are just in the in-between.

We’re between the end of what was and the beginning of what could be. That space is messy. It's uncomfortable. It asks more of us than we sometimes feel we have to give. But it’s also alive with possibility.

I see it in the teachers holding the line for inclusive education. In the youth demanding climate justice. In the organizers showing up at courthouses, statehouses, and school boards. In the healers creating space for grief, and the artists putting beauty back into a world that feels broken.

There is a cultural and spiritual renaissance growing right beneath the noise.

No, we may not stop every injustice. But we can bear witness. We can speak truth. We can build anew—not just in protests, but in gardens, in classrooms, in community spaces, in how we raise our children and care for each other.

Let this be the generation that refuses to normalize oppression. Let us be the ones who live by the mantra:

The breaking is also the becoming.

So if you’re feeling hopeless—rest. But don’t unplug. We need your voice. We need your presence. We need your love, your courage, your sacred rage, and your vision for what comes next.

We are not watching the end.

We are being called to be part of the beginning.