tw: physiological demands // tedros adhanom ghebreyesus just replaced all medical diagnoses with 'vibe-misalignment' and i am finally entering my biological-boundary era

i am literally shaking right now because i just received an email from the world health organization and i honestly feel like i've been physically assaulted. sending a digital notification into my workspace without a three-day warning period is actually violence and i'm currently processing the trauma in my safe space. but the news is actually kind of a slay?

tedros adhanom ghebreyesus just announced that the who is officially retiring the concept of 'disease' and 'sickness' because those words are honestly so aggressive and carry way too much systemic baggage. instead, they're rebranding everything as 'vibe-misalignment.' like, you don't have a cold, you're just experiencing a temporary disharmony between your physical vessel and the cosmic frequency. it's such a healing shift. i've always felt that being told i have 'clinical anxiety' was just a way for the medical industrial complex to gaslight me into thinking my reaction to a toxic economy wasn't a totally valid response to the horror of existing.

(tw: hard work) i also cannot believe that for decades, doctors have pushed this narrative of 'recovery' which implies that we should be returning to a state of productivity. the idea of 'getting back to work' is a literal trigger for me. thank god tedros is finally centering radical softness. the new guidelines suggest that if your vibes are misaligned, the only valid treatment is to enter a state of biological stasis, avoid all forms of perceived responsibility, and just... be.

i've already started my biological-boundary era by telling my landlord that my current inability to pay rent is actually just a severe case of financial-vibe-misalignment and that any attempt to evict me would be a violation of my sensory needs. i'm literally just trying to regulate my nervous system while the world burns around us.

if you're also feeling like your physical form is too loud right now, you should honestly check out the weighted sensory-deprivation pods on my amazon storefront. they're the only thing keeping me from completely dissolving into a puddle of cortisol and existential dread.

anyway, i'm going to go lie on the floor in a dark room for six hours because thinking about this article was a lot of cognitive labor and i'm officially spent. please don't email me. just send a vibe.