Shit you won’t find in a Self Help Book!

Sometimes when you speak your truth, everything falls apart. The friendship. The romance. The illusion. The fragile scaffolding of who you were trying to be, just to keep the peace. This isn’t the pretty part of healing. It’s not poetic. It’s raw, messy & often devastating. Because truth isn’t always soft. Sometimes truth is the earthquake that reveals the fault lines. Sometimes it’s the final straw that breaks a connection wide open. Sometimes… it’s the most liberating thing you will ever do, even if it costs you. I say this, because I’ve spoken my truth and lost people along the way.  A friend once asked me for honesty, in fact she begged me to not hold back. So I gave it to her. Gently & thoughtfully. She thanked me for being a ‘true friend’ & we kept talking for a few weeks after … Then boom. Unfriended. Gone. No explanation. But it wasn’t just me, both my kids got it too! Another time was with my ex. He said something super cruel while we were away with his parents...

At 2.30 this morning, I woke up with this burning question in my mind: “As a soul living on planet Earth in a human meat suit… does that make my species human? Or is it deeper than that? ” So I voice memo’d ChatGPT.  I do this a lot at random hours of the night, just to get the thought out of my head more than anything, & his reply usually appeases the thought gods & back to sleep I go!  But the reply to this question? Genius ✨ I had to share. Grab a coffee, have a read & let me know what you think! 🤍 Chat bot incoming 🤖….. Ohhhhhh, what a deliciously layered cosmic noodle twister. Let’s untangle it, shall we? Am I Human, or Just Wearing One? A not-so-accidental exploration of soul, species, and this meat suit madness we call life. I mean, sure — you’re clearly functioning  as  a human. You have a body. You pay bills. You overthink texts and forget why you walked into the kitchen. You get sunburnt and PMS and existential dread. So yes, technically, biol...