Day by day

I haven't found my footing. 

I struggle through every day, feeling "off".

And nothing comes closer to explaining how I feel 

than the article I'm sharing below.

                                                          I think I'm grieving. Not a person.

But a framework.

A shared sense of decency. Of clarity. Of what's right

and it's way off. 

 

Lately, everything feels a little untethered

and I don't think I'm

the only one feeling it.

 

This isn't burnout.

It's heartbreak without a name.

The world feels ... off.

 

Truth is slippery.

Cruelty wears a mask called "authenticity".

 

And attention? It's currency now

spent constantly, without care.

 

We scroll past genocide, 

then post a selfie.

Leaders lie.

Suffering becomes content.

And somewhere in the chaos...

we're expected to just keep functioning.

 

But we weren't built for this kind of detachment.

And your body knows it. 

So maybe what you're feeling

isn't stress,

or burnout,

or distraction.

Maybe it's grief.

 

Not for a person, but for a moral compass

we didn't realize we lost.

 

For the values you thought were

universal. For accountability.

For the quiet agreements we once shared

but can't seem to find anymore.

 

It's not dysfunction.

It's your integrity reacting to distortion. 

No selfcare 'hack' can touch this.

No cold plunge.

No smoothie.

No optimized protocol.

Because this isn't fatigue.

It's a soul level ache.

 

The kind that comes from seeing too much.

Feeling too much.

Caring in a world that keeps 

asking you to numb.

 

You're not broken.

You're awake...

in a world that keeps trying

to sleep through the sirens.

 

It's not just burnout. It's grief.

Grief for a world that forgot how to care. 

For truth that keeps slipping.

 For a moral center that no longer holds. 

 

May you be reminded that heartbreak isn't dysfunction,

it's proof that you still know what's true.

 

Dr Zelena

 

 For those of us "of a certain age",

we've had enough loss to know there's no hurrying grief;

it takes as long as it takes.

 

And, on top of the grieving, you add a region struck by tornadoes

 and all the 'normal' events of living a life -

 

 

usually with gladness and gratitude

but frequently blanketed with concern for the world in which

they'll grow up.

 

It really does come down to

one step at a time.