25/03/2026
Facing your own s**t is a mix of depth and absurdity.
It’s not one big breakthrough. It’s small, humbling recognitions that your past didn’t disappear, it shaped how you engage with the world.
At some point, you stop pointing backwards and turn inward. Not with blame, but curiosity.
Yes, things have happened to you. Yes, you developed ways of being that made sense then, but they might get in your way now.
Owning your patterns without tearing yourself apart. Taking responsibility without losing compassion. Saying, “this is mine to work on,” not “this is all my fault.”
And then there’s the mind, oh the mind, always spinning stories. But you’re not just a thinking mind. You’re a sensing, feeling body too.
Chest tightens before the mind explains. Stomach drops before the thought forms.
Listening to both together is integration. Sometimes the mind is loud and the body is wise. Sometimes the body is reactive but the mind brings perspective. Sometimes both are confused, and you just sit there like, “…shut the f-up!”
Then comes the relational dance. What’s mine? What’s theirs? What lives between us? Not everything you feel is yours. Not everything they do is theirs.
And yes, it’s in that shared space, that intersubjective middle, things get blurry. So you learn to pause. To observe before reacting. Choose when to act, when to let go.
And just when you think you’re “figuring it out,” you realise how much you don’t know. Certainty loosens. Curiosity steps in. You stop trying to master life and start participating in it.
You realise you are only human. They’re human too. No one’s perfect. Just people, shaped by different stories, bumping into each other, triggering or healing one another.
Facing your own s**t isn’t about striving for perfection. It’s about becoming real.
A little more curious.
A little more integrated.
A little more compassionate.
And, if you’re lucky, you’re able to laugh at yourself somewhere in the middle of it all. Maybe even find someone to laugh with.
And with all that being said… Life’s short and the odds of being here are unfathomable. Honour your freedom, privilege and health and go play. But be kind…don’t be a c*nt.
Got it? 🥴
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