The ancestors can help us make peace.

I used to feel a kind of anxiety I couldn’t name. I thought it was a generic mental health thing that everybody dealt with here in late-stage-capitalism, or alternately that I was a bigger weirdo than I thought. I had a constant, creeping sense that there was something wrong but I couldn’t fix it because I didn’t know what it was. This led to a lot of insecurity and ambivalence: what was the right thing to do? Was I safe…