I’ve often been critical of doomers and conspiracy theorists, especially when they insist their ideas are absolute truths. I can be friends with them—I can even trust them to a point—but I’ve learned there’s a limit to how much space I can give to their theories, especially when they start trying to influence other areas of life.

What I’ve noticed, too, is how often this overlaps with religious extremism. It feels like both stem from a similar need: a craving for certainty in an unpredictable world. While I can understand that need, I also know I have to set boundaries. I have to put a lid on it, not out of anger or dismissal, but to protect my own peace of mind and the priorities that matter most to me.