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Some days hit hard.
The body hurts – deep, sharp.
And with it comes a fog: heavy, hopeless, cruel. It feels like depression. But often, it’s pain – physiological, neurological, chemical – disguised as despair.

The brain reacts.
It scans for threats, magnifies dangers, distorts meaning.
Suddenly, everything feels urgent, broken, unsafe.
You start blaming circumstances – relationships, regrets, imagined futures.
But here’s the truth: it’s not the facts that changed. It’s the lens.

This isn’t insight. It’s a chemical storm.

So pause.
Ask yourself: Is this pain talking?
Is my body tricking my mind?

If the answer is yes, wait.
Let it pass. Let it burn out.
The truth will return – quieter, clearer, and far less cruel.