You're Not Broken, You're Molting | Healing Breakdowns with Humor

Ever had a breakdown so ugly it could win awards?
Mascara rivers. Snack crumbs in your hair. That moment where the floor looks like a better option than responsibility?
Yeah. That one.

Here’s the holy truth:
You’re not broken. You’re molting.

Big, messy breakdowns aren’t the end.
They’re the shedding.
They’re the “current costume no longer fits" meltdown.
They’re sacred, even when they’re snotty.

Animals molt when their old skin, feathers, or shell gets too small. Too tight. Too useless for where they're headed next.
They don't apologize for it. They don't say "sorry" for the mess.
They just let it happen.

Guess what, molting marvel?
Same goes for that emotional crack-up you’re surviving right now.

The world taught us to panic when we start breaking down:
• "Stay strong!"
• "Hide it!"
• "Don’t make it weird!"

But in truth? Breakdown is your spirit's way of decluttering the dead weight.
It's the soul's equivalent of cleaning out a garage that smells like regret and bad haircuts.
It's holy housekeeping.

In Loui Crow’s world, we bless the breakdowns.
We throw a little glitter on the ugly cry.
We say, "Good. Scream it out. Break the shell. Grow the wings."

Because on the other side of the molt?
• The skin fits better.
• The breath goes deeper.
• The boundaries hold stronger.
• The laugh gets louder.

No one tells butterflies they looked gross as caterpillars.
No one tells snakes they're embarrassing for outgrowing their skin.
Why do it to yourself?

Next time the sads, the rage, the apocalyptic snack binge hits?
Whisper this spell:
"This is not my failure.
This is my molt."

Then sob, snack, scream, or nap your way through it like the sacred molting beast you are.

Breakdown ≠ Broken.
Breakdown = Breaking Open.

Stay sacred. Stay messy. Stay growing.

Bless the molt.
You’re doing it right.

PSA: If life’s peeling you like an old sticker, congratulations. You’re upgrading. Not failing. 

That’s #SacredMolting