Some days it feels like there's a black cloud following me around. Not a metaphorical one. A real, heavy, soul-suffocating fog that won’t let up.
I try to create.
I try to sell.
I try to show up like it doesn’t exist.
But it’s there. Quiet. Shadowy. Heavy.
And the worst part? You start to believe the cloud is you. That maybe you’re the problem. That maybe you're cursed, broken, or just not cut out for this.
But that’s the lie.
That cloud is grief, trauma, burnout, betrayal, injustice, exhaustion. It’s not who I am. It’s what I’ve survived. It’s what I’m pushing through.
Every post I write.
Every product I build.
Every moment I refuse to disappear…
That’s a little bit of light through the dark.
So if you’re carrying a cloud too, I see you.
You’re not lazy.
You’re not weak.
You’re not invisible.
You’re surviving. You’re creating anyway. And that’s strength most people will never understand.
I’m still building.
Still healing.
Still here.
If you are too—drop a comment or just keep going. Let’s tear a hole in this sky together.
—Michael