I’ve spent way too much time treating my soul like a Jira board. You know the feeling—processing grief like it’s a ticket that needs to be moved to ‘Resolved’, or managing your inner child like a project with a strict deadline.
It’s exhausting. We’ve turned the act of being human into a series of deliverables.
“You have turned healing into a project. A problem set. A series of wounds to be identified, processed, integrated, and closed – like tickets in a software system moving from Open to In Progress to Resolved.”
I hit this hard. The implied promise is that if you just do enough work, you’ll eventually arrive at a state of “fixed.” But “fixed” is a ghost. The goal isn’t to stop the mess; it’s to build a bigger container for it.
https://x.com/healinggjourney
It’s a weird paradox. We’re so busy “doing the work” that we forget to actually live. We treat our lives as a problem to be solved rather than an experience to be had.
“Real healing doesn’t happen in motion. It happens in pause… in the small quiet moments after the lesson lands, when you stop trying to rearrange yourself and simply let what’s true settle into your bones.”
Maybe the most rebellious thing we can do is just… stop. Stop scrubbing the blood off the floor. Stop trying to optimize the pain away.
If you’re feeling burnt out by your own “growth,” you might be on a healing journey that’s actually just a treadmill**.
Just be a human for a while. The mess is where the life is.