Let’s Talk About Feeling Stuck
Okay, so last Tuesday? Woke up feeling like absolute crap. Again. That heavy, “what’s the damn point?” feeling was sitting on my chest like a cement truck. Coffee tasted like mud, scrolling TikTok just made me feel worse. Just… stuck. Like my damn feet were glued to the floor. Decided right then, screw this, time to actually try those weird “get unstuck” tips I kept seeing everywhere. Made myself five on a sticky note.
What I Actually Did
Tip 1: Just Move Your Body. Seriously. Sounds dumb simple. Tuesday was brutal. But around 3 PM, I literally dragged myself outside. Walked around the block. Nothing fast, barely even noticed the houses. But the fresh air? Realized my shoulders were up by my ears. Breathing felt easier. Went further than I planned. Small win.
Tip 2: Do One Thing Right Now (and that means ANYTHING). That evening, staring at a dirty sink full of dishes. It felt monumentally stupid. But the tip said “one thing.” Grabbed a sponge. Washed one plate. Then one glass. Before I knew it? Sink was empty. Didn’t solve my life, but that little clean space felt like opening a window in my brain.
Tip 3: Seriously, Write That Messy Sht Down. Felt stupid. Grabbed a half-used notebook. Started scribbling: “Feel like crap. Job sucks. No clue what’s next. Hate feeling weak. Scared. Tired.” No fancy sentences, just raw junk on paper. Got it all out? Felt lighter somehow. Less like swirling chaos trapped inside my head.
Tip 4: Actually Talk To One Human (Yes, Terrifying). Texted Mike, a buddy I trust. Not even for advice. Just: “Yo man, feelin’ kinda stuck lately, you ever get that?” Simple. He texted back: “All the damn time. Sucks.” Just knowing I wasn’t alone in orbit around planet Stuck? Huge difference. We grabbed a beer Friday. Didn’t fix everything, but connection is air.
Tip 5: Be Nice To Yourself (This was hard). My inner voice is brutal. Kept catching myself: “You washed dishes? Big achievement, loser.” Remembered the tip. Tried literally patting myself on the shoulder (felt weird). Said out loud: “Okay, you washed the damn dishes. Good.” Stopped the self-beatdown for a minute. Felt weirdly powerful.
Honestly, Where It Left Me?
Am I suddenly climbing Everest? Hell no. But the cement truck feels lighter. Monday? I made the bed. Tiny action. Wrote three messy paragraphs on Tuesday. Texted another friend yesterday. It’s not fireworks. It’s slow steps.
The big takeaways? These aren’t magic bullets:
- Moving your body literally changes your headspace.
- Finishing one stupid little thing builds momentum, tiny bit by tiny bit.
- Getting the sludge out of your head onto paper is shockingly useful.
- Admitting you’re stuck to a real person cuts the isolation monster down to size.
- Silencing that asshole inner voice is like loosening chains.
Still figuring it out. Still some days are crap. But I’m crawling out of the pit, one gritty, messy, real step at a time. Feels better than just staring at the walls.
