It washes over me when I least expect it. It radiates from my chest outward, heading toward my extremities, turning them numb. It feels like I'm suffocating, like everything is hopeless and nothing will ever be okay again. I breathe in, then out, then in again. I convince myself this is entirely a product of my own mind. Everything isn't terrible.

But is it truly a product of my own mind?

We're living in an age where information is more accessible than ever before. Unfortunately, that information often makes us want to crawl into a hole and die. We live in a world with Donald Trump's America, terrorism, mass deportation, islamophobia, sexism, racism, uncertain futures causing people to turn against each other instead of toward each other. I could go on, but I won't. Because that's not the point.

When it seems like there is no hope to be found, there are millions upon millions of people creating their own hope. Using the skills and tools they have to fashion together a better future for themselves and for others. Fighting the good fight. Actively encouraging kindness and understanding through education and selflessness.

And these stories aren't being told. At least, not to the extent that the stories about death and destruction are. This series will tell these stories from around the world, once per week. Check in to hear about the good things in life.

Because there are still some there.