You’re expected to smile while everything burns. Show up. Work. Be grateful. Grieve privately. Break quietly. And whatever you do—don’t make anyone uncomfortable with the truth.
You’re expected to smile while everything burns. Show up. Work. Be grateful. Grieve privately. Break quietly. And whatever you do—don’t make anyone uncomfortable with the truth.
There's a line in Station 11 where the deadly flu is going around and a bunch of people go in to work and are like "WTF are we here working while the world ends?" and I think about that All. The. Time.
The air is poisoned. The oceans are collapsing. The virus never left. But go ahead—post your smoothie bowl and pretend that’s wellness.
Your pain is profitable. Your labor is exploited. Your illness is inconvenient. And your death? A statistic—unless it interrupts quarterly earnings.
It's the ugly truth. Some were born with the ability to ignore it. We aren't one of them. It must be nice when your only worry is where to have brunch. 😢
We're living in a mass disabling event, and the response is “just move on.” No cures. No care. Just vibes, denial, and burnout marketed as normalcy.
We were promised a future. Instead, we got a slow-motion collapse— marketed with pastel infographics and “inspirational” LinkedIn posts.
This isn’t resilience. It’s forced survival in a system that feeds on exhaustion. We’re not okay. And pretending we are is killing us faster.
But you’re still here. Still fighting. Still daring to name what others won’t. And that makes you dangerous to a world built on silence.
So if you’re tired, hollowed out, furious—good. It means you’re awake. And when enough of us stop pretending, the thread doesn’t snap—it becomes a fuse. End/
Well said Jess!
I read all this. And I just feel the essence of it etching into my heart. Never let them make you lie.
❤️
Great thread . Thanks so much