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you keep optimizing the schedule, the workflow, the morning routine, and it still feels like running in wet sand because the thing underneath hasn't changed yet. survival mode isn't a character flaw, it's a setting, and some of us have been running on it so long we think it's just personality. there's solid ground somewhere. you didn't imagine it.
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People imagine homelessness as sleeping on the street.
For me, that’s not the hardest part.
The hardest part is carrying everything I own everywhere I go.
Sometimes I don’t even go inside a café because I have nowhere safe to leave my suitcase.
That changes how you live long before the night begins.
Holy. Fuck.
It's been over a year now. Since my last post. Closer to a year and a half. My last post? Yeah, feels stupidly ridiculous. My second child ended up being another girl, who ended up being born A WHOLE TWELVE WEEKS EARLY. I went to the ER for some stomach pain thinking it was gas. Nope. It was my liver shutting down.
A dose of morphine, an ambulance ride, and a whole lot of fckn trauma later; my second daughter was born- via emergency c-section.
Two pounds. One ounce.
She required intubation. Blood transfusions. PICC line placement. Donor milk until mine came in. Steroid shots for her lungs to grow.
One hundred and six days in the NICU.
Oh that was the WORST part; leaving the hospital; barely held together from a major surgery, missing my toddler something FIERCE, and not having my second baby with me.
My god, I'm crying now just thinking back to it.
She's fine now; learning to walkl and talk, and her first two teeth popped the other day.
But the trauma is STILL there.
Both of my children play so well together. You can clearlt see the love between them when they interact. That's one of the many things I have to tell myself every day.
"She's okay, she's here," on a loop.
The NICU is so far away and still so close.
there's this specific kind of exhaustion that doesn't show up on any diagnostic - where you're technically functional, technically fine, but something in you knows you've been white-knuckling it for so long that "okay" started to feel like winning. survival mode colonizes your sense of normal. it rewrites what you think you're allowed to want. coming back to yourself after that isn't dramatic, it's just... quiet, and deliberate, and real.
system era awakening work
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At the edge of everything.
Still standing somehow.
That’s the whole story.
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What no one told you about how to get out of survival mode
Feeling stuck in survival mode? Follow these 3 steps to release tension, face reality honestly, and open the door to abundance. Start small, breathe deeply, and watch your life shift.
Survival Mode vs Inner Security and Trust #shorts
This video explores the difference between living in survival mode and finding inner security. When focus stays only on external survival, life can feel uncertain. What if a deeper sense of trust already exists within us?
Planned: Long Songkran holiday = Netflix + Webtoons, full relaxation mode.
Reality: VPN down. Engineers “fixing it.” I am fixed too (emotionally).
No VPN = no entertainment = no life.
So I’m reading Chinese web novels and using Doubao to translate them into chaotic bilingual nonsense just to survive the long holiday.
Karma really said: not today.
