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The Days When Your Brain Feels Like 47 Tabs Are Open... and One of Them Is Playing Music

Hey you.

Yeah, the one trying to stay calm while your brain is acting like a cracked-out laptop from 2009.

Let’s talk about those days — the ones where your mind is loud, messy, overloaded, and somehow running 47 thoughts at once while you’re also trying to survive real life.

Because listen…
Some days I swear my brain is holding a full-blown rave without my permission.

And while that’s happening, life is still like:

  • “Feed the kids!”
  • “Handle court stuff!”
  • “Don’t forget that appointment!”
  • “Fix your mental health!”
  • “Work on your book!”
  • “Be emotionally available!”
  • “Try not to lose your shit in Walmart!”

And I’m just standing there, blinking like:

“Hello? I have the mental capacity of a toaster today. Why are you expecting excellence from me?”

But guess what?
You don’t have to be excellent every day.
Or every week.
Or hell — every month.

Let’s be honest, half of us are doing life on:

**Sleep: 3/10

Stress: 11/10
Confidence: depends on the lighting
Mental stability: questionable at best**

And yet… here we are.
Showing up.
Trying our best.
Or trying our “bare minimum but still surviving” best — which totally counts.

And I know this isn’t just a “me” thing.

Kids nowadays?

They’re juggling school, social media pressure, emotional chaos, hormones, trying to figure out who the hell they are, and somehow also dodging depression like it’s dodgeball.

Men?

They’re carrying quiet pressure nobody talks about — the “be strong, hold it together, don’t break down” crap they’ve been fed their whole lives.

Women?

We’re juggling EVERYTHING and still somehow getting asked, “What’s for dinner?”
Sir… I am mentally unwell and spiritually unavailable. Please.

Single parents?

We’re raising tiny humans while emotionally processing our own childhood trauma in real time.
Parenting while healing should come with hazard pay.

And for anyone dealing with the justice system… ooof.
The emotional whiplash is real.
One day you feel hopeful, the next you feel doomed, and somehow you still have to pack lunches and pretend you’re fine.

We’re not built to carry this level of chaos.
Of course our brains feel scrambled sometimes.
Of course we shut down.
Of course we stare at the wall for 30 minutes trying to remember what task we were supposed to be doing.

It’s not because you’re lazy.
It’s not because you’re failing.
It’s not because you’re weak.

It’s because you’re a human being carrying WAY more than the average person should.

But here’s the cool part:

Even on the “brain is melting” days…
you still wake up.
You still try.
You still care.
You still fight for better.
You still show up for people.
You still show up for yourself, even if it’s messy and imperfect.

And holy shit — that deserves recognition.

🧠 Weekly Mental Health Exercise: The 47 Tab Reset

When your brain won’t shut up, try this:

**Write down the top 5 thoughts that are stressing you out.

Then cross out the ones that:
A) You cannot fix today
B) Do not actually belong to you
C) Are not emergencies**

You’ll be shocked how many thoughts fall into B and C.

This exercise helps separate:

  • the real problems
    from
  • the mental noise your brain invented at 3am.

Your mind needs decluttering just like your room does.

💬 Interactive Question of the Week

Comment below:

If your brain had browser tabs, what would the title of the most chaotic one be right now?

Examples:

  • “Did I leave the stove on?”
  • “What if everyone secretly hates me?”
  • “I should start a side business.”
  • “Why did I say that thing in 2018?”
  • “DINOSAURS???”

Make it funny, dark, real — whatever.
Let’s see how messy our minds truly are.

Before You Go…

I want you to remember something:

You’re not supposed to have it all figured out.
Life is messy.
Brains are chaotic.
Healing is non-linear.
Growing up is confusing.
Parenting is wild.
Mental illness is exhausting.
And being human is really, really fucking hard sometimes.

But you’re doing it.
Even on low battery.
Even with 47 tabs open.
Even when the music won’t stop playing from the mystery tab you can’t find.

You’re here.
You’re trying.
And that’s enough today.

—The Healing Chaos
“You don’t need to be perfect to be progressing.”

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