Rescued from the Bin .. You’re Welcome😂

I’m still struggling. Even as I write this, my body feels heavy.. not physically, but emotionally. It’s 9:30 AM, everyone around me is on schedule. My son’s at school, my husband is on his calls, the world seems to be ticking along like always.

Also.. thank God I don’t work in some corporate setup.

Imagine feeling like this and having to attend 9 AM calls with a fake smile and a blazer over pajamas?

Nope. Not built for it.

Truly grateful for my husband.. who does show up to the office every day, works like a machine, and lets me be the chaotic soft girl I am… even when I’m just dramatically lying around with conditioner in my hair and existential thoughts in my head..

Anyways .. back to ..

And me? I should be at the gym.

But I’m not.

The workout clothes are staring at me. The gym bag is packed. The plan is ready. But my body just doesn’t move. My mind feels foggy. I stare at the clock, the to-do list, the blog drafts.. and I just… sit there.

And the most frustrating part?

I don’t know why.

This isn’t laziness. This isn’t “I don’t want to do it.”

This is “I want to, but I can’t seem to.”

It’s a strange place to be in.. where your intentions are aligned, but your energy simply doesn’t cooperate.

I’ve done everything I thought would help:

Watched endless episodes of Adolescents, High Potential, Teacups not yet finished still struggling to watch and yes l m about to start watching Yellowjackets.. hoping for inspiration.

Deep-dived into slow living content on YouTube and even LA neighbors,Beverly Hills, Palisade’s after fire, New York, Italian people videos – Beautiful homes,Cotswold beautiful villages, mindful rituals, calm mornings..

Infact today l Washed my hair twice in a day to feel fresh, like maybe I’d reset something inside. Lit candles, drank tea, wore perfume, rearranged a corner of the house… anything to shift the mood

Still… nothing.

I scroll through my own past posts.. advice I’ve given, tips I swear by.. and I know they work. Because they’ve worked for me before.

But right now? None of it feels accessible. And that’s what scares me.

I’m the kind of person who pushes. Who bounces back. Who writes her way through confusion and sweats her way through sadness.

But this time, my own tools feel distant. Like I know where they are.. but I just can’t reach them.

So I’m doing the only thing I can: I’m being honest.

I’m writing this blog not because I feel motivated again, but because I miss this connection. I miss talking to you. I miss the rhythm of writing, even when it feels hard. So here I am.. still not moving my body the way I want to, still not firing on all cylinders.. but choosing to show up in this way today.

If you’re in this space too, I want to share a few things that might help.. not fix, but help.

What to Do:

Acknowledge the fog. Stop trying to fight it or explain it away. You don’t have to justify feeling off.

Pick one gentle action a day. Something that doesn’t overwhelm you. A stretch, a walk, a good meal, or writing one sentence.

Let content soothe you, not pressure you. Unfollow if needed. Tune into calm. Say things out loud.. even if it’s to yourself. “I feel low and I don’t know why.” That one sentence is powerful.

Surround yourself with softness. Not hustle. Not noise. Just softness.. music, scent, nature, or silence.

What Not to Do:

Don’t assume this is permanent. Your energy will return. This isn’t your new normal. It’s just a pause.

Don’t fake productivity. Pretending you’re okay when you’re not will only drain you more.

Don’t scroll for hours comparing yourself to people who “have it all together.” No one does, all the time.

Don’t punish yourself. You haven’t failed. You’re just in a season of stillness.

And a personal note to you…

This blog took days to finish. I opened it, closed it, rewrote lines, deleted paragraphs, sat with it.. and then came back.

Just like I’m coming back to myself. Slowly. Not with a bang. But with a whisper.

If you’re in your slump, I get you.

If you’re confused about why you don’t feel like you, I feel that too.

And if you’re quietly hoping someone will tell you it’s okay to pause.. here it is:

It’s okay. You’re okay.

So no, I’m not back.

Not bouncing, not glowing, not gymming.

But my hair smells amazing…

and somehow, I still showed up here.

Love,

Dolly 🌸