I’ve been somewhat quiet lately, not because I ran out of things to say, but because I ran into the weight of saying anything honestly while the world feels like it’s on fire.

The chaos.
The cruelty.
The suffering we scroll past like it’s background noise.

It feels like we’re all inside an oven, and the people who own the place are finally closing the door. And it’s getting hot.

I’m angry.
Deeply, bone-level angry.

Angry at the lies I was told. Angry at the ones I believed. Angry at how I was taught to see the world, who was “good,” who was “bad,” who was worthy, who was disposable.

We love to say children are the future, but what kind of future are we actually leaving them if we’re actively destroying the earth and our own value in humanity. Because “profit over humans” right?

I write about nutrition. I coach people to find their root causes. I help untangle symptoms from stories.

And still, I feel lost too.

Because what do you do when the problem isn’t just a personal imbalance but a collective one?

How do you “heal the root” when the entire root system is decaying?

As a society, we can’t keep living like this. Extracting. Consuming. Ignoring. Normalizing harm because it’s convenient for those in power.

And the hardest part to sit with?

There are people who benefit from the suffering.
From the lies.
From the exhaustion.
From keeping things exactly the way they are. And they enjoy it.

So I find myself asking questions that don’t have neat answers:

When do we say enough is enough?
Can we actually repair what we’ve broken, in our bodies, in our communities, in our humanity? What does healing even look like in a world that profits from us being sick, divided, and disconnected?

I don’t have a polished solution.
I don’t have a five step plan to save the world.

What I do have is this:

A refusal to pretend everything is fine.
A commitment to keep asking better questions.
A belief that care (real) care is a form of resistance. A love for all the humans around me and trying my best to create a community.

Maybe healing doesn’t start with fixing everything.
Maybe it starts with telling the truth, even when it’s uncomfortable. Especially then.

And maybe, just maybe, naming the rot is the first step toward growing something better. Like Benito said “The only thing more powerful than hate is love” Let us go into the world with more love for each other. Together we can make a difference.

Grab your coffee and dive in.