Detach To Remember
Read that again. And this time, let it land all the way down. “Clarity doesn’t require permission. And truth doesn’t need a PowerPoint.” You’ve spent years explaining yourself. Why you’re changing. Why you’re quieter. Why you’re not going to that thing anymore. Why your
Detach To Remember
The only thing you’re late for is someone else’s illusion. Your life is not behind. It’s just unfolding outside the algorithm. And that makes people nervous. Let’s call it what it is. The timeline is a trap. Not a guide. Not wisdom. A trap. You were
Detach To Remember
And what are you losing trying to earn it? Every time you abandon your truth to be liked you bury yourself a little deeper. That’s not poetry. That’s mechanics. You weren’t born needing approval. You were born whole. Loud. Wild. Unfiltered. Free. You arrived with nothing to
Detach To Remember
You don’t have to stop caring. You just need to stop clutching. Letting go doesn’t mean you don’t give a shit. It means you finally trust that what’s real doesn’t need a leash. That’s the part people miss. Somewhere along the way, detachment got
Detach To Remember
You’re not broken. You’re buried. Read that again. You don’t need to become someone new. You need to remember who the fuck you were before the world told you to shape-shift. Before the masks. Before the costumes. Before the rules of “acceptable” shrank you down and taught
Detach To Remember
The mind is a machine. A relentless, restless, buzzing machine. And you - you’re the one watching it. But here’s the trap: Just because it speaks in your voice doesn’t mean it’s telling the truth. You’ve been trained since childhood to believe your thoughts are
The Undoing
There’s a point in your awakening where you stop chasing healing - and start living as if you’re already free. Not waiting for it. Not earning it. Not polishing your pain until it looks Instagram-worthy. Living. As. If. You. Are. Already. Free. And here’s the thing: it
Truth. Fire. Liberation.
Why you’re not crazy - you’re just disconnected from your own presence. Addiction isn’t weakness. It’s survival in a system that keeps ripping you away from your own centre. It’s a natural response to an unnatural world that doesn’t let you fucking breathe. You
“You’re not fucked up. You were just programmed by people who were too scared to live their own truth.” You weren’t born insecure. You weren’t born afraid to speak your truth. You weren’t born addicted to approval or anxious in your own skin. That isn’t
“You don’t need more discipline. You need to stop running from what’s inside you.” You pick up your phone. Out of habit. Out of reflex. Out of a need to not be here. Scroll. Tap. Click. Another post. Another dopamine drip. Another excuse to avoid what’s underneath.
“It’s not falling apart. It’s falling into alignment - the brutal, beautiful way.” Rock bottom feels like failure. Because everything you built - brick by brick, belief by belief - starts to collapse. The relationship. The business. The identity. The version of you that held it all together
“You’re not unmotivated. You’re overstimulated, spiritually starved, and exhausted from pretending to care about shit that doesn’t light you up.” You don’t need another productivity hack. You don’t need the latest colour-coded calendar. You don’t need a 5am ice bath and a gratitude journal
“You’re not tired because you’re doing too much. You’re tired because you’re pretending to be someone you’re not.” You show up. You smile. You do the thing. You play the part like it’s second nature - because by now, it is. You’ve rehearsed
“You’re not stuck. You’re just still acting in a role that doesn’t fit who you are anymore.” There comes a moment - quiet, brutal, undeniable - where it hits you: You’ve been living someone else’s life. Moving through the world on autopilot. Saying lines you
“If it’s killing your soul but everyone else is doing it, they’ll call it normal. Doesn’t mean you have to play along.” You don’t realise how deeply the programming runs… Not at first. Not while you’re busy chasing goals they handed you like a script.
“The system doesn’t want you free. It wants you obedient, addicted, and just inspired enough to not quit.” Let’s start here. If you’ve ever felt like something’s off but couldn’t name it - this is it. That dull ache. That quiet restlessness. That weird tension