Have you ever sat still and realized your brain’s been talking this whole time?
Like, nonstop chatter.
Some of it yours. Some of it… you’re not even sure where it came from.
It’s like a radio that never shuts up.
Old memories, weird fears, arguments you never finished just looping’.
But if the volume’s always up, how are you ever going to hear yourself think?
Thing is…
Before you fix the world,
You got to sit with your own weather.
If your storm’s loud, the world outside doesn't mean anything’.
Doesn’t matter whose president, what the dollar’s doing, or if your phone’s blowing up.
If your insides are out of balance, the rest just look like static.
The body knows this.
Flow’s the truth.
Your breath moves, your blood moves, your energy moves.
But your mind?
Your mind gets stuck.
It gets caught on stuff from years ago like it’s still happening.
And nobody taught us how to untangle that.
We were just told “keep it moving.”
But movement without direction just spins you in circles.
Now picture this:
You grow up in a house where love got drowned in fear.
Where anger spoke louder than peace.
Where silence felt like punishment.
That becomes your programming.
Not because you chose it but because you absorbed it.
Like smoke in your hoodie you don’t even notice till somebody else smells it on you.
And yo, trauma doesn't always scream.
Sometimes it whispers:
“You’re not enough.”
“Stay ready to run.”
“Don’t trust too much.”
And if you never check those whispers, they run the show.
We pass that down, too.
Like old furniture, but heavier.
And eventually, it stops looking like trauma, it just looks like life.
But nah…
Life isn’t supposed to feel like survival every damn day.
You’re not supposed to wake up already tired, already anxious, already bracing.
There’s a difference between existing’ and living’.
Do you feel that?
And don’t even get me started on the phones…
Man, we have infinity in our pockets but can’t find peace in our minds.
Endless scrolling, endless alerts, dopamine hit after hit
and somehow, we still feel empty.
Because the tech moves faster than our soul can catch up.
Balance got traded for algorithms.
Stillness got replaced by stimulation.
And nobody said, “Yo, this might mess with your head.”
But listen…
You’re not broken.
You’re just overstimulated and under-centered.
You got too many tabs open and forgot you’re the one with the mouse.
So, what’s the move?
Nothing fancy.
Just pause.
Take a breath deep enough to feel it in your toes.
Watch your thoughts without following ‘them.
Talk to your body like it’s your oldest friend.
Stretch like a cat in the sun.
Unplug not to escape, but to return.
You don’t need a miracle.
You just need space.
Stillness.
And a little time to let the smoke clear inside your own temple.
The mind can heal.
The cycle can stop.
But it starts with a single, quiet moment where you finally say:
“Yo… I see me now.”