Today, the algorithm online has me feeling heartbroken. It's hard to watch people lose everything. It's truly devastating to see the constant flood of images and voices, reminding us of the pain over and over again. There's only so much advocacy and awareness I can absorb before it feels overwhelming. What’s even more disturbing is the outpouring of comments from people belittling the suffering and mental health struggles of the victims, simply because they belong to a different economic class. I find that baffling, especially from people who embrace ideas like energetic exchange, manifestation, and money mindset. To "pocket watch" and speak so carelessly about others' mental health while positioning oneself as a source of safety—it’s just wild. But, anyway, I digress.
All of this actually brought me back to something I shared a few years ago. I’d said that NYC felt like the epicenter of a new low-energy apocalypse, a place where higher powers send their lowest energies to be discarded. In a way, I see rejection and hardship as blessings—blessings that remove us from chasing a false vision of success and the fast-paced life. It reminded me of my own fear of leaving, and how that fear eventually turned into a forced exit. What’s meant for you will never pass you by, but if you resist it, it will arrive in unexpected ways once you surrender.
In 2008 I