Maybe you’re doing it right now: scrolling endlessly on your phone, feeling some vague sense of impending doom, your attention span too shot to do something else, but you’re too tightly wound to do nothing at all. That’s doomscrolling.
Okay. Take a breath. Put down the phone. Pick up a beer. It’s an IPA. Hazy. Heavily hopped with Mosaic, Simcoe and Idaho 7. Take a sip. It’s going to be okay.