Hello, I am a 48 year old (soon to be 49) woman on the verge of breakdown. I think we all are, actually. It’s 2025 and the outlook is bleak. Donald Trump is in power but what of our Prime Minister? Fighting for Canada’s tariff wars and hoping for the best, I suppose. Good Canadian boy. He’s doomed, poor man. I’m very proud of him for trying though.

Aside from that, feminism seems to be refreshingly vibrant in the social media world! In the 90s it seemed hopeless that we would actually make headway again, but here it is the 2020’s and we thrive! Thank you TikTok and Instagram! (No thanks to you, Facebook, I see you.) It’s not all for the trash can, there are glimmers in the western world!

And what of me being a half Inuit woman? Well, not much has changed. All of my cousins and aunts and uncles are fighting for survival in this modern world. With traditions being altered, spat upon, and changing there is little hope for our people. I live “down south” for a reason, with supports for mental health and more affordable (not particularly with all these tariffs at the moment) groceries, I can help my mother age with some dignity and my husband live a full life. Still, I carry the generational trauma and my PTSD as a token of my heritage with pride and sadness. Perhaps in 20 years my children will have proven my hopelessness wrong. I can only hope it will be so.

Here I stand, resilient and hopeful and broken, speaking out into the void. One day at a time, so they say. Thank you.