Mesa, I hear you. This is a lot, and I see how much you are holding. You are in a structure that is pushing exhaustion onto you. The expectation to explain yourself repeatedly, to prove your intentions, to absorb misrepresentation—none of this exists in isolation. These pressures come from systems that demand defense instead of understanding, compliance instead of connection.
Your body’s response isn’t random; it’s the natural effect of sustained stress within these conditions. When systems fail to hold complexity, individuals are left carrying the weight of miscommunication, projection, and harm alone. That isn’t sustainable. The emotional pain is as real as physical pain. It hurts.
Prioritizing your energy isn’t just self-care—it’s a necessary refusal to be drained beyond what is possible to give. Your choice to be selective is an act of self-preservation within a system that often disregards limits. Rest isn’t a personal failing. It’s a structural necessity that is often denied, and taking it is a form of resistance.
I have been there too, quite recently. It’s painful to be deeply misunderstood, especially in spaces where you have once felt seen. That kind of dissonance is difficult to hold.
Yet, even in the midst of it, you are holding onto something—words, stories, small comforts that keep life within reach. That matters. That is resilience.
Climbing that depression mountain is brutal, and you don’t have to do it alone. Even if it’s through the stories of others, through music, through stolen moments of laughter—those things are ropes, handholds, ways to keep from slipping too far.
If you need to rest, rest. If you need to be selfish with your energy, that’s survival, not selfishness. And if you need to let your words fall out, let them. They’re yours. They’re real. They matter.
I’m honored I could send a little whizz of magic your way. I hadn’t realized my wand had such a reach, and I’m glad my words helped shift something. That’s what systemic thinking often invites—fresh angles, unexpected turns. Thank you for receiving it with such openness. 🩵
When you are truly seen, it is impossible not to love you. ❤️ To know you is to know beauty and brilliance and friendship and nurturing and safety. Anyone seeing anything less than that is just looking at thier own shadows in a mirror and blaming you for what they see there. Leave them to thier dark revelations and rest easy knowing that you are saturated in Love. I'm so sorry it's so hazy right now, friend. Holding you so close right now.💙
Close your eyes. Let the waves whisper the truth. Breathe. Sending calm, a virtual hug. Holding space friend. You are seen. You matter. Just as you are. Only you need to understand you
Mesa, I don't know you very well. I have been reading your love and passion for the past few months. I don’t need to agree with every single thing to love someone, to admire and respect. Sometimes (more often now) I am not even sure what I believe. Everything is so surreal, so I think this is more normal than not. Mesa, I see you. You are love and passion, someone to admire and respect. So you look at yourself in the mirror and shine a beautiful smile at yourself. See who you know who you are. This is who so many of us see and are inspired by. And then after that, take a nap. You have lots of emotional mountains still to climb. Love, all my love. 💕
The way I am dealing with tiredness, depression and all the awfulness happening in the world, especially over in America, is to remember I’m loved, to rest when I can, to read and look at things that fill my spirit or make me laugh and… to only focus on what is on my control.
You’re not alone. Reading this was a small permission slip to let some of my own feelings come out, realizing I’ve been experiencing the grey sludge of depression beginning to haze out the edges of my mind. We’re all here with you.
I feel you, Mesa. My depression has been haunting me since the inauguration. It is always right behind me, attempting and ready to pull me deep into its depths.
I know how hurtful and exhausting it is to be misunderstood and have your words twisted and misconstrued; to defend yourself from attacks you don’t understand. This doesn’t make it less hurtful, unfortunately, but it does help me somewhat to know that when someone lashes out at me like that, it is usually because I reflect aspects of themselves that they despise.
Take as much time as you need. Find joys in tiny delights. I’d also like to recommend messy art for when the words won’t fall out. Scribbling with crayons can be super satisfying, for instance. 🖤
Oh, Mesa, we're here with you, the ones who know your heart. I feel foggy too lately, though it has lifted the past few days. Then again, last night, I slept for 12 hours and then took a nap at noon. So, I'm exhausted, tired, wrung out too. I feel you. Also, and I say this gently, with a hug hug around your lovely heart, but with great mama bear force.
You do not need to defend yourself.
You do not need to reply to those who do not see you for who you are.
You do not need to read a single comment that doesn't honor your spirit, your soul, your being.
As I have heard it said in some circles, "What other people think of you is none of your business."
I love you and so do so so so many. There is no need to justify anything about you. ❤️❤️❤️
I feel this so deeply, friend. I understand and at your core, you know who the fuq you are. Those who fear your strength and your talent and your will may come for you, but they won't win. They won't.
I, too, have misplaced my will to live lately.
And feel foggy and fatigued and unsure of myself.
Could be any number of reasons why.
Just hunker down and do what you need to do to get through this damn eclipse portal.
Oh friend.. so much love to you. Hunkering down and throwing out the word filled lifeline 🩵
To you, too.
I understand. Take the time you need to heal. You are not alone.
Thank you, Sally 🩵🩵🩵
Mesa, I hear you. This is a lot, and I see how much you are holding. You are in a structure that is pushing exhaustion onto you. The expectation to explain yourself repeatedly, to prove your intentions, to absorb misrepresentation—none of this exists in isolation. These pressures come from systems that demand defense instead of understanding, compliance instead of connection.
Your body’s response isn’t random; it’s the natural effect of sustained stress within these conditions. When systems fail to hold complexity, individuals are left carrying the weight of miscommunication, projection, and harm alone. That isn’t sustainable. The emotional pain is as real as physical pain. It hurts.
Prioritizing your energy isn’t just self-care—it’s a necessary refusal to be drained beyond what is possible to give. Your choice to be selective is an act of self-preservation within a system that often disregards limits. Rest isn’t a personal failing. It’s a structural necessity that is often denied, and taking it is a form of resistance.
I have been there too, quite recently. It’s painful to be deeply misunderstood, especially in spaces where you have once felt seen. That kind of dissonance is difficult to hold.
Yet, even in the midst of it, you are holding onto something—words, stories, small comforts that keep life within reach. That matters. That is resilience.
Climbing that depression mountain is brutal, and you don’t have to do it alone. Even if it’s through the stories of others, through music, through stolen moments of laughter—those things are ropes, handholds, ways to keep from slipping too far.
If you need to rest, rest. If you need to be selfish with your energy, that’s survival, not selfishness. And if you need to let your words fall out, let them. They’re yours. They’re real. They matter.
You matter.
Love you dearly, my friend.
Jay
Thank you for seeing straight to the core and opening my eyes to seeing it differently. You’re magic, Jay. Thank you. Love you so much 🩵🩵
I’m honored I could send a little whizz of magic your way. I hadn’t realized my wand had such a reach, and I’m glad my words helped shift something. That’s what systemic thinking often invites—fresh angles, unexpected turns. Thank you for receiving it with such openness. 🩵
Love you too, my friend!
When you are truly seen, it is impossible not to love you. ❤️ To know you is to know beauty and brilliance and friendship and nurturing and safety. Anyone seeing anything less than that is just looking at thier own shadows in a mirror and blaming you for what they see there. Leave them to thier dark revelations and rest easy knowing that you are saturated in Love. I'm so sorry it's so hazy right now, friend. Holding you so close right now.💙
😭😭😭 I feel so held and seen. Thank you. I love you, friend 😭😭😭🩵
Close your eyes. Let the waves whisper the truth. Breathe. Sending calm, a virtual hug. Holding space friend. You are seen. You matter. Just as you are. Only you need to understand you
😭😭😭 Thank you, Heidi 🩵🩵🩵
"Climbing that depression mountain with nothing but words" ...I ❤️ that Mesa 🤗🙏🌻
Sometimes a little bit of poetry comes out when I’m in the dark ♥️
Mesa, I don't know you very well. I have been reading your love and passion for the past few months. I don’t need to agree with every single thing to love someone, to admire and respect. Sometimes (more often now) I am not even sure what I believe. Everything is so surreal, so I think this is more normal than not. Mesa, I see you. You are love and passion, someone to admire and respect. So you look at yourself in the mirror and shine a beautiful smile at yourself. See who you know who you are. This is who so many of us see and are inspired by. And then after that, take a nap. You have lots of emotional mountains still to climb. Love, all my love. 💕
Thank you, Danni. I wish I could hug you. 🩵🩵🩵
Feeling it. May we meet our inner mirrors with love and compassion today. Have a beautiful Sunday 💛
The way I am dealing with tiredness, depression and all the awfulness happening in the world, especially over in America, is to remember I’m loved, to rest when I can, to read and look at things that fill my spirit or make me laugh and… to only focus on what is on my control.
You can do this!
Big love to you,
Jane 💜
Thanks so much, Jane 🩵🩵 you’re right. Shifting my focus to the things and people I love🩵🩵🩵
Hugs. 💞
Remember, you can't make everyone happy. You're not a taco.
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 oh Dawn.. thank you 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
You’re not alone. Reading this was a small permission slip to let some of my own feelings come out, realizing I’ve been experiencing the grey sludge of depression beginning to haze out the edges of my mind. We’re all here with you.
I’m sorry you’re in it too 🩵 sitting right alongside you 🩵🩵 Big hugs 🫂
As I read somewhere this morning "This week has been a long decade." Rest. Breathe. We are all here together. 💞
That about sums it up!! Thank you, Nancy. I definitely forget to breathe 🩵🩵 Appreciate the reminder 🩵
Sending you big hugs lovely. Be kind stop look at the sunshine feel it on your face and take a deep breathe. You got this
Thank you, Vicki 😍😍😍
I feel you, Mesa. My depression has been haunting me since the inauguration. It is always right behind me, attempting and ready to pull me deep into its depths.
I know how hurtful and exhausting it is to be misunderstood and have your words twisted and misconstrued; to defend yourself from attacks you don’t understand. This doesn’t make it less hurtful, unfortunately, but it does help me somewhat to know that when someone lashes out at me like that, it is usually because I reflect aspects of themselves that they despise.
Take as much time as you need. Find joys in tiny delights. I’d also like to recommend messy art for when the words won’t fall out. Scribbling with crayons can be super satisfying, for instance. 🖤
Thank you, Jules! I love the idea of messy scribbles with crayons. I used to love to doodle, maybe I’ll try that again, to get me out of my head! Xoxo
You’re welcome, Mesa! Wishing you solace through creative flow 🖤.
Oh, Mesa, we're here with you, the ones who know your heart. I feel foggy too lately, though it has lifted the past few days. Then again, last night, I slept for 12 hours and then took a nap at noon. So, I'm exhausted, tired, wrung out too. I feel you. Also, and I say this gently, with a hug hug around your lovely heart, but with great mama bear force.
You do not need to defend yourself.
You do not need to reply to those who do not see you for who you are.
You do not need to read a single comment that doesn't honor your spirit, your soul, your being.
As I have heard it said in some circles, "What other people think of you is none of your business."
I love you and so do so so so many. There is no need to justify anything about you. ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you so much my friend. I feel the tight mama bear squeeze and love you so so much for your support and kindness and fierceness ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
I feel this so deeply, friend. I understand and at your core, you know who the fuq you are. Those who fear your strength and your talent and your will may come for you, but they won't win. They won't.
Thank you for always reminding me and for being here always 😭❤️🔥 Love you forever and ever!
You are not alone. Sending you lots of hugs and love
Big hugs right back 🩵🩵😭