I Lost My Shit
I’ll be the first to admit it—I lost my shit.
Not in a cute, “oops, I dropped my coffee” way. No, I full-on raged. I got sucked into the madness of what’s happening in our government, in our world. I let the chaos take over, let the anger sink its claws into me, and I spiraled down the rabbit hole of outrage, fueled by endless doom-scrolling. My mind and emotions were swept away in a raging storm.
And then, in the middle of it all—my Facebook account was hacked and completely disabled.
Years of connections, conversations, and community—gone in an instant.
Echoes of anger,
spinning in a tangled web
,truth lost in the storm.
At first, I was livid. Not just because of the sheer violation of it, but because I had already been blocking people left and right. Not just random internet trolls, but friends, family—people I had known for years. I wasn’t just setting boundaries; I was building walls. And in those moments, it felt necessary. Their opinions, their blind loyalty to whatever side they clung to, there lack of disrepect and bullying, their inability to see what I saw—it infuriated me.
And then I stepped back... and wrote that haiku.
I got off social media, not just for a day, but long enough to let my nervous system reset. I needed space. I needed to breathe. And in that space, something unexpected happened.
I became softer. Not weaker, but more open—except for the occasional pen-throwing moment.
I started to see past the outrage. Beneath the talking points, the divisive rhetoric, the performative anger, I realized something: most of us want the same things.
We want peace. We want safety. We want a better life for ourselves and those we love.
We’ve just been manipulated—conditioned to believe that the enemy is each other. That "they"—whoever they may be—are not the ones pulling the strings, stoking the fire, distracting us while they continue doing whatever the hell they want.
Losing my Facebook account was the final push I needed to wake up.
Because here’s the truth: I don’t want to live in a state of war with the people around me. I don’t want to waste my energy being mad at them when the real power players are counting on us to stay divided.
It doesn’t mean I don’t care. It doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed at the corruption, the injustice, the blatant disregard for the people they claim to serve. But I refuse to play their game anymore. I refuse to let anger be the thing that divides me from people who, at their core, probably want the same damn things I do.
So, I’m reclaiming my energy. I’m focusing on real conversations, on kindness, on solutions instead of echo chambers. I’m choosing to build bridges instead of walls. And I’m done letting “them” win by keeping me locked in an endless cycle of rage.
If you’ve lost your shit, I see you. Take a breath. Step back. Remember who the real enemy is.
And then, let’s get to work.
P.S.
If you’ve found yourself caught in the middle of the storm—frustrated, exhausted, and divided—you’re not alone. The world is loud, and the forces that profit from our chaos are skilled at keeping us distracted.
But we are not powerless.
We always have a choice—how we react, where we place our energy, and what kind of world we want to create. I remind myself of this multiple times a day.
It’s okay to be angry. It’s okay to feel disillusioned. But don’t let it consume you. Use that energy to reconnect, to seek understanding, to find ways to build instead of burn. Step back when you need to. Remember that at the heart of it all, most of us are not each other’s enemies.
The world needs more people who can hold both truth and compassion. More people who see beyond the chaos and remember what really matters. If that’s you, then take a deep breath and reclaim your energy.
There’s a better way forward, and it starts with each of us.
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