Surviving being a teenager just for my twenties to be scary

It's strange being alive right now. There's the more personal aspect that I never saw myself making it to this age, my teenage hormones and the mental illness that manifested in my adolescent years making twenty-two seem like this impossible age I'd never make it to experience. I'm glad I did. There are experiences I'm happy I was able to experience, some I wish I hadn't, but were necessary for growing as a person anyways. 

Shitty jobs, unemployment, university, getting to be an adult. 

My beautiful girlfriend, our senior cat we adopted, decorating our shitty basement suite apartment. Becoming friends with my mom, instead of enemies. Getting to know my younger brother. The ups and downs of life, of my personal life, make me into who I am. Which is... glaringly obvious, but it feels impactful to see it written on the screen. 

I'm Canadian, but like relatively close to the US border. I'm not clueless when it comes to politics, and I like to think I'm better educated than most, but MAN, reading any news nowadays feels like I'm watching people diffuse a bomb while blindfolded. 

I remember being younger, maybe fifteen, and reading about the cold war, and trying to imagine how it felt to be a citizen during that time. I wonder if its similar to how I feel now. Just a never ending looming sense of impending doom. Everything I read is so pessimistic, hell, even this blog post is more pessimistic leaning. The government being shit, the climate being shit, the economy being shit, everything, shit shit shit. 

I would like someone to have the answers, to tell me it'll be okay, that I didn't survive the hell that was my teenage years just to die in a war, or homeless on the streets, or from some random climate disaster.

What a shitshow.