Healing Isn’t Beige. It’s Covered in Crumbs at 2am

In today’s episode of Chaos, Crumbs and Clarity, we’re pulling back the beige linen curtain on what healing actually looks like — and spoiler alert: it’s not softly lit journalling sessions and rose quartz water bottles. It’s crying into a bowl of cereal at 2am, rage-texting your ex (then deleting it), and realising you’ve been performing wellness like it’s a school play. I’m talking about the messy, snack-fuelled, slightly unhinged version of healing that doesn’t get enough credit.

This episode dives headfirst into the myth of aesthetic healing — the Instagram grid of perfect routines and overpriced moon dust that makes us feel like we’re failing if our trauma doesn’t come with a side of soy candles. We unpack how healing has been commodified, filtered, and sold back to us with a hefty price tag and a smug grin. But the truth? Healing doesn’t care about your colour palette. It cares that you’re showing up.

We’re also talking about what happens when you accidentally say the quiet part out loud — like texting your ex you’re jealous and then realising, wait, that’s not cute, that’s a whole trauma response. And from there, we spiral (beautifully) into ChatGPT therapy sessions, breakdown snack plates, and the emotional whiplash of being an elder millennial still trying to make sense of it all. Because healing at forty? Is not failure — it’s generational endurance.

Oh, and journalling? We’re going there. Because not all healing needs a pen licence. If your healing doesn’t come with loopy cursive and a five-year planner, that’s okay. Maybe yours comes with sarcasm, spreadsheets, or yelling into the void while rewatching Star Trek. Maybe your version of healing is snacky, loud, and shaped like a chaos goblin in bright orange heels.

So if you’ve ever felt like you’re too messy to be healing, or like you’re doing it wrong because it doesn’t look like someone else’s curated self-care reel — this episode is your permission slip. To cry. To spiral. To snack. To be gloriously, brightly, rebelliously you. Beige be damned.

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