Dealing with Overwhelm in times of Absolute Fuckery

I ain’t gonna lie, right now, the world is a shit show.

Whether you’ve watched the news, heard it on the socials, or down the pub, the whole world feels like it’s on fire, and we’re all burning alive.

The slow creep of bad news has gone from a smoulder to a flashover. Kurt Russell in Backdraft would have a hard time containing this dumpster fire.

So whaddaya do when lighting a well-meaning candle to promote peace has sparked the curtains, smoke is stinking up your blow out, and you could BBQ a steak on the lounge rug?

We’re gonna call it what it is.

OVERWHELM.

World War 3 size overwhelm. (Yes, I picked those specific words just to throw more petrol on your fire, ooooh burn! Enough with the fire analogies, Carolynne)

OK, first of all, recognise it. We’ve already called this asshole by its name.

Call it by its Sunday Name, that’s when you know it’s in trouble.

“Overwhelm, come here and say that to my face”.

Overwhelm can crop up in all kinds of places, not just cos of the never-ending news cycle of doom and gloom.

Think of it like this.

400,000 pieces of information are coming at us every second of every day, whether we like it or not.

Sights, sounds, bad reggaeton remixes, last night’s curry emanating from our butt…