There are times when everything is a disaster and the only thing left for you is to drop toads and snakes through your mouth. But of course, when you do, you run the risk of the flower eaters with their toxic positivism, the moralists with their emotional etiquette manual and the keyboard judges telling you how you should feel. And you, swallowing the anger, keeping there where the light does not give us in our country where I told you the frustrated, accumulating anxiety, pretending that everything is fine. Until you burst. And look, no. Why are we so afraid to send everything to the fuck? Because, the truth is, when we do, it feels relief. And then you realize that you took too long to do it. You have to learn to let go of what drains you, give up what doesn't add up and allow yourself a ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! every once in a while, it's being yourself, without the socially imposed script. Call it catharsis, call it chakra alignment if you want, but the truth is that if you keep it to yourself, sooner or later you're going to explode. So if everything went wrong for you today, if life damaged your day and there is not a single chink of light, do what you have to do: Fuck it, take a deep breath and keep going. It's better to let go than to burst. Sometimes, when something new arrives, a friend, an idea, the heart goes boom boom... faster and it's just exciting fear in disguise, and sometimes when something goes away, or a clothes we no longer wear or an old custom, the heart says: No... That was mine!... But in reality we are learning to let go, like the balloons that fly high, to search and furrow their sky. I think the new comes to play and the good is said goodbye with love and one in the middle just growing up as children forced to disguise ourselves as adults. And this is so easy because it makes us feel disoriented, in life. >Especially after a crisis, when we lose the references that used to guide us. Sometimes life becomes just a chain of problems to solve... and tiredness comes not only from effort, but from NOT knowing where we are going. At that moment, a key question arises: why am I doing all this? And there a fundamental word comes into play: purpose. Of what can help us rebuild the meaning of life, when everything seems to collapse. In my view of things, that's what many people don't even know that discomfort is sometimes disguised as stress, tiredness, apathy. Sometimes it's not even sadness... Do you know what it is? It's Disconnection. We disconnect from ourselves. Of what we feel, of what we need, of what is really happening to us. We need to protect our glorious mental health... Why? Because, fundamentally, if not, we understand each other, then, we get confused. And that's where things get complicated for us. If you don't know what's wrong with you, then it's time to find out. Because to live without knowing who you are inside is to live halfway. It has already been my turn to seek help to check myself thoroughly, and to know that there is something wrong with me that I have to solve, and I do it, when I am emotionally and mentally worn out *I do exercises in the gym, and I relax*, because I am no longer satisfied with surviving. Janitze 🦋