What If Your Exhaustion Is Your Soul's Rebellion? Let's Fucking Go Through the Cocoon Together
You feel it right now, don’t you? That heavy, foggy, “I just can’t today” or "I don't feel like it" weight sitting on your chest like a stone. You’ve tried everything: the 5 a.m. club, the dopamine detox, the new funnel, the extra coffee, the shame spiral. And still you end up staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell is wrong with you. Nothing is wrong with you. Your soul is refusing to keep performing a life that stopped fitting years ago. That exhaustion isn’t laziness. It’s rebellion. Your body is literally saying, “I will not spend one more ounce of life force on a story that isn’t mine.” You are in the cocoon. You are liquefying. And it feels like dying because, for the old you, it is. I’ve been exactly where you are. Ended a decade-long relationship that looked perfect on paper, left Florida in the dead of winter with zero acclimation, and finally told a bully parent “no more” so I could follow my own heart. All in 28 days. I wanted to fast-forward through the dread, the sickness in my stomach, the grief of missing the old (even when the old sucked). But forcing myself only created more scarcity: more contraction, more resentment, more proof that “nothing works for me.” The moment I stopped forcing and started listening, everything changed. Ease showed up. Money showed up. Joy showed up. Not because I tried harder, because I stopped betraying myself. Here’s the truth you already feel in your bones: Forcing creates scarcity. Ease creates overflow. When you keep overriding the fatigue, you stay in the caterpillar identity forever, grinding wings that were never meant to open. When you honor the pause, the imaginal cells reorganize and you emerge able to fly, able to build the 100K months, able to live the dream life without turning yourself into a machine. The payoff is simple and massive: You get to work easy and live the life you actually came here for. No more trading your soul for revenue. No more proving you’re worthy by how much you suffer.