The Divine Demolition Protocol: Why Your Personal Apocalypse Is Actually a Renovation
Or: When Your Body Bulldozes Your Life (It's Actually a Compliment)
“Transformation is the most polite visitor you’ll ever have: it always knocks before entering. Unfortunately, it knocks using the sound of your entire life imploding.”
Have you ever felt your life crumbling into such spectacular ruins that even the vultures are circling overhead like, “Damn, that’s too messy even for us”? GOOD. Your nervous system isn’t destroying you: it’s renovating you without bothering to get your approval on the biological blueprints. That panic attack? It’s just the somatic equivalent of a demolition crew showing up unannounced. “Surprise! We’re here to remove this load-bearing relationship you’ve been relying on!” 💫
Your body knows what needs to come down before your mind catches up. Your tissue has been filing permits for this demolition for months. Your cells have been waiting for the wrecking ball your ego kept postponing.
Your personal apocalypse isn’t biological punishment. It’s more like your body saying “Sorry babe, but that identity looks TERRIBLE on you.…
