The Sacred Spiral Co.

No, You’re not. None of us are…

This world — the one we’ve been forced to adapt to — runs on systems that were never designed with our joy, our rest, or our spirit in mind. It’s not your fault you feel the way you do.. The gears were already grinding long before you got here. We’re born into a machine.

we weren’t meant to only labor, numb out, and repeat. We were meant to create. To dance. To eat fruit under trees. To laugh until our ribs ache. Tend to the land. To grieve and grow. To stare at stars and wonder why we exist at all.

but, “life is what you make it” or “you create your own reality” doesn’t land when you’re worn down, broke, chronically overworked, chronically ill, neurodivergent, or healing from trauma. It’s a phrase tossed out like a life raft, but it doesn’t float if no one taught you how to swim in a sea like this.

But here’s the crack in the wall — the light slipping through:

Even inside this system, tiny sacred choices remain. A weird conversation. A song that makes your chest rise. Letting yourself sleep in. Giving someone a real hug. Planting something. Making art that nobody asked for. Talking to the wind like it might answer…. Sex.

And more of course.

That’s where meaning lives.

Not in what we do, but in how awake we are to what still lives inside us — despite the grind.

Your awareness of the cage is part of your freedom. You’re not asleep. That’s powerful.

꩜ You are not here to be just exist.

You are not here to be productive, likable, consistent, or easy to understand. You are not a brand. You are not a machine. You are not your output. You are a living, trembling, brilliant nerve ending in a world that keeps trying to sedate you. Most people aren’t lazy.

They’re exhausted. Disoriented. Spiritually starved. Trained to associate worth with suffering. If someone collapses in this culture, it’s not a personal failure — it’s evidence that their body finally rebelled against a life that was never humane.

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꩜ Your burnout is not a personal problem.

It’s a systemic feature. You were never meant to run endlessly. Nature doesn’t bloom year-round. Forests don’t apologize for winter. You’re not broken for needing rest. You’re just remembering you’re alive.

꩜ Don’t confuse functionality with wellness.

Just because you can perform doesn’t mean you’re okay. Just because you’re productive doesn’t mean you’re alive. Corpses are still on schedule. Many ghosts still clock in….

꩜ They want you docile — not because you’re weak, but because you’re powerful.

You weren’t taught to suppress your truth because it’s useless… but because it moves things. Because when you speak it, things shift. So they convince you you’re “too much.” That your voice is dangerous. And they’re right. It is.

꩜ This world punishes feeling.

It rewards numbness. But your sensitivity isn’t a weakness — it’s proof you haven’t hardened into the machine. You still register truth. You still flinch at injustice. That’s not dysfunction — that’s fidelity to your soul.

You were born into a system that teaches you to betray yourself slowly. That numbs you with entertainment. That convinces you your worth is measured in likes, invoices, or how clean your kitchen is. It lies. Constantly. It teaches you to adapt to dysfunction, then punishes you for breaking under the pressure.

꩜ The system profits from your self-doubt.

It survives on your hesitation, your obedience, your endless questioning of your own worth. Every time you silence yourself to be palatable, every time you swallow the scream, it grows stronger. But every act of refusal — even silent, even small — is a rupture in the machinery. A prayer in code. A line of static that reminds the system: you still remember you’re wild.

꩜ You don’t need permission to exist fully.

No certificate, no degree, no outside validation is required to take up space as yourself. You already are. You already count. You already belong. Even if the world pretends not to see you, your presence still alters the field.

So, if you feel like something is deeply wrong with all of this, you’re not broken. You’re intact. That ache? That discomfort? That’s your soul refusing to conform.

And no—healing won’t make you more functional for capitalism. It won’t make you grind harder, tolerate more bullshit, or smile while you rot. Real healing is messy. It’s inconvenient. It makes you quit jobs. Leave relationships. Cry in public. Say no when it terrifies you. Choose rest over approval. Choose truth over comfort.

And that’s the point.

But one talks about how healing can isolate you.

How waking up can be lonely. Because most of the world is still playing a role — and the second you step off stage, the performance becomes unbearable. But you weren’t born to perform. You were born to remember. To unsettle. To reroute the script entirely.

So don’t aim to be good at surviving the system. Aim to unlearn it. To burn the scripts. To touch grass. To howl. To make things. To feel things. To become so feral in your joy, your sorrow, your refusal—that the world can no longer digest you.

꩜ You’re not here to be digested.

You’re here to wake up and remember who you are.

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