The World’s on Fire and I Still Have to Answer Emails?! Cool.
Let’s not pretend things are normal right now.
Some absolutely unhinged shit has happened lately (both globally and personally, if we’re being real), and somehow we’re still expected to go to work, feed our kids, hit our deadlines, clean the bathroom, answer texts, and smile in the grocery store like our nervous systems aren't just dry-heaving under the weight of it all.
That’s messed up. And yet here we are.
If you’re feeling unhinged but also very responsible at the same time, hi. You’re not broken. You’re just human in dystopian times.
So what do we do with all of it?
We human. Messily. Creatively. With a little rage, a little softness, and maybe a lot of snacks.
Here’s a journaling prompt + creative exercise to help you hold the chaos without letting it devour you.
Pick 1–3. Write like no one’s grading you.
What’s one thing I wish someone would say to me right now?
What part of me is still trying to be “normal” even when everything’s not?
What would my nervous system say if it had a mouth?
Where do I feel safe? Who makes me feel real?
If I could stop pretending for just one day, what would that look like?
What am I still holding that isn’t mine?
What’s one quiet joy I’m still allowed to have, even now?
Creative Exercise
Grab a pen, some markers, the back of a receipt…whatever.
Draw what it feels like in your body right now. Not what it looks like. What it feels like. A bunch of tangled lines? A spark? A weird little goblin in a cave screaming “no”?
Now draw what peace might feel like. Not what it “should” be. What you think of when you hear “peace.” (Maybe it’s a weighted blanket. Maybe it’s garlic bread.)
You don’t have to explain it. Just make it. Let your body talk.
You don’t need to be productive in a world that’s falling apart. But if you do keep showing up for your family, your art, your coworkers, your pets, yourself. I hope you also remember to show up for your heart.
You’re not weak for being tired. You’re not lazy for needing breaks. You’re not dramatic for crying in the middle of a perfectly fine Tuesday.
You’re just a human. Still here. Still trying.
That’s more than enough. You are enough.
