Still Standing, Somehow

Hey. You. Yes, you with emotional damage. Come closer. We need to talk.

"You got this… probably. Maybe. Who knows. Let’s find out."

You wake up tired. You go to work tired. You come home tired. You blink and suddenly it’s bedtime again. You ask yourself- Am I alive, or am I just stuck in a never-ending loop of "surprise bills," awkward small talk, and wondering if I remembered to defrost the chicken?

Are you:

• Staring into the void for extended periods

• Laughing at your own misfortune

• Eating snacks you can’t afford but spiritually need

• Googling “how to escape capitalism” at 2am with tears and trail mix

Are your daily routine includes:

• Waking up with a deep sigh

• Whispering “what fresh nonsense awaits?” into the morning breeze

• Pretending to be okay while internally screaming

Life’s been... a lot. The kind of “a lot” that makes you stare at a spoon and ask it existential questions. Bills are billing. Emotions are emoting. My last nerve? On a tiny boat drifting out to sea, waving goodbye while I stand on shore with a cup of cold coffee and no answers.

At this point, you don’t even spiral dramatically—you just lie down like, “Yep. That tracks.”

BUT—you know what? Even if everything feels like a hot mess casserole sprinkled with stress and identity crises... we’re still here. Still brushing our teeth. Still showing up. Still making jokes to cope and somehow remembering to feed ourselves (eventually).

We may be held together by caffeine, sarcasm, and one good playlist, but dammit—we are held together.

So if you’re feeling like a half-charged phone in a world that demands 100%, just know: you’re not failing. You’re surviving. With flair.

We’ll get through this. Or we’ll fake it convincingly enough that the universe gets confused and gives us a break.

So here’s to us: the barely-holding-it-together brigade. May we find strength, snacks, and at least one clean spoon.

#HopeWithSideEye #FunctioningOnVibes #SlightlyUnhingedButStillHere