I’ve been feeling brain-rotted lately. Like genuinely. The kind where you open your phone, scroll, close it, open it again, and nothing sticks. It’s all just noise. And somehow the noise is louder inside my head than outside.
I don’t know when it started, but I’ve noticed my thoughts aren’t really mine anymore. They’re bits and pieces of what I’ve been consuming. Random clips, tweets, half-finished podcasts, opinions that aren’t even mine — they’re just… there. Stuck. And honestly, it’s exhausting.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to “clean” that mess. Not in a perfect productivity-hack way, just… actually getting my head back. For me, it’s looked like sitting in silence (as awkward as that sounds) and letting my brain scream at me for a bit. Writing things down, even if they’re dumb. Drinking water. Taking walks without music. Basically, anything that feels stupidly simple but makes me realize, “Oh yeah, I’m still here.”
The more I do that, the more I remember I’m not just this sponge for everyone else’s thoughts. I can have my own. And I think that’s what I’ve been craving this whole time, space to hear myself again.
If you’re reading this and you feel the same… maybe it’s time to clean the mess too. Not in one day. Not perfectly. Just… slowly.