☕ Let’s Be Honest: Some Days Just Suck
I know, I know.
We’re all supposed to wake up, drink warm lemon water, meditate for 10 minutes, journal 3 things we’re grateful for, do a little downward dog, and choose peace.
But some days?
Some days the lemon water spills, the kid screams, the cat throws up, your partner breathes too loud — and suddenly, you’re not grateful.
You’re furious.
And no, a lavender-scented candle is not going to fix it.
💥 Mindfulness is Great — But Sometimes I Want to Dropkick a Yoga Mat
Let me be clear: I love mindfulness.
I’ve got my affirmations. I’ve got my sage. I’ve got my calm app subscription and my breathwork playlist.
But sometimes, the only breath I’m capable of is a deep sigh followed by, “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS DAY?!”
There are moments when mindfulness feels like putting a glitter filter over a forest fire.
Because here’s the deal:
You can’t namaste your way out of rage.
Sometimes, the healthiest thing you can do is… feel it.
Loudly. Messily. Maybe with a side of Greek tragedy-level drama.
🍽️ Smashing Plates Is a Valid Coping Mechanism. Ask the Greeks.
The ancient Greeks didn’t go to therapy — they went to war and then they danced it out at festivals. They threw plates. They screamed into the sea. They created entire gods just to represent big emotions.
Aphrodite for lust.
Ares for anger.
Dionysus for wine-induced chaos.
Hera for the exact level of petty you need when someone tests your patience.
They didn’t try to "breathe through" rage. They let it rip.
So why do we think being calm all the time makes us better?
😤 Emotional Regulation ≠ Emotional Repression
Modern wellness culture loves to say:
“Don’t let anger control you.”
But what we hear is:
“Don’t be angry. Be zen. Be quiet. Be digestible.”
And that’s the trap.
We’re so busy trying to manage our feelings, we forget we’re allowed to have them.
Anger isn’t the enemy. Repression is.
Because what happens when you keep pressing the mute button on yourself?
You explode. At your kid. Your partner. The barista who forgot your oat milk.
Not because of them — but because you’ve been swallowing fire for weeks.
🎯 Some Days You Need a Rage Ritual
No, I’m not suggesting you go full Tasmanian devil on your dinnerware collection (unless you want to — then, hey, get some thrift store plates and go wild).
But I am saying: you deserve a sacred outlet.
Here are some personally tested (slightly unhinged but highly effective) rage rituals:
Scream into a pillow like you’re in a soap opera. Bonus if you sob dramatically after.
Write an angry letter with the juiciest insults you can imagine. Then burn it.
Blast music from your teenage years and stomp around like the world owes you eyeliner.
Throw ice into the bathtub like it’s a metaphor.
Watch Meryl Streep monologues and imitate her with full facial expressions.
Go outside and yell into the wind. Bonus points if it echoes. Feels very cinematic.
Emotional regulation doesn’t mean turning into a smiling statue.
It means giving your body permission to move through the storm — and then return to stillness.
😭 But What If I’m Just… Sad?
Then cry.
Cry like an actress in a period drama. Cry like the power just went out during your favorite show. Cry in the shower, in the car, on the kitchen floor — whatever gets the job done.
Grief and sadness are not glitches in your spiritual code. They’re updates. They’re messages.
You’re not broken for feeling deeply. You’re alive.
And life? It’s rarely quiet.
🧘 Mindfulness Isn’t the Goal — Wholeness Is
Mindfulness is a tool, not a muzzle.
If your meditation practice is just helping you dissociate from rage, it’s not healing — it’s bypassing.
You don’t need to “rise above” your feelings. You need to stand with them. Sit in them. Let them pass like waves — loud, messy, necessary.
Real peace doesn’t come from silence.
It comes from knowing you’re allowed to be loud sometimes — and still be loved.
🍷 Final Thoughts: Smash the Damn Plate
So if today you’re not in the mood for breathwork…
If you’re tired of whispering affirmations while life keeps shouting at you…
If you feel like mindfulness is gaslighting your actual nervous system…
Smash the damn plate.
Cry. Cuss. Growl. Breathe fire. Rage clean your house. Dance like you’re summoning a goddess of fury.
Then — and only then — take a breath.
And see if maybe now…
you’re ready for a cup of tea.
Or maybe just a glass of wine.
No judgment here.
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