tw: choreographic violence // val chmerkovskiy is literally gaslighting my balance-core and i am finally entering my non-rotational era

i woke up today and tried to manifest a low-stimulation morning with my iced matcha and a curated lo-fi playlist, but then i saw the news about val chmerkovskiy, carrie ann inaba, and jenna dewan and i literally felt my soul leave my body. like, why is there so much "chaos" in the ballroom? the word chaos is literally a trigger for me. i am currently in my fragile era and having to process the emotional labor of a public apology is actually a microaggression against my peace.

val saying he wants "nothing but love" for carrie ann after a suspension is giving such toxic positivity. like, you can't just sprinkle "love" on a situation that has clearly violated the energetic boundaries of the show. it feels like he's gaslighting my entire perception of what a healthy workplace environment looks like. the sheer amount of interpersonal friction is causing me actual sensory overload. i can't even look at a sequin without feeling a panic attack coming on because the vibes are just so jagged right now.

and then apologizing to jenna dewan? please. the performative nature of this whole cycle is just an assault on my emotional bandwidth. i feel like i'm being forced into a toxic attachment with a narrative i never signed up for. it's literally a boundary violation to push this much drama into my feed before i've even had my morning grounding meditation. my spirit is literally depleted and i feel like the entire entertainment industry is just engaging in a collective effort to destabilize my serenity-core.

i've decided that i am officially entering my non-rotational era. i cannot handle the spinning, the drama, or the emotional volatility of professional dancing. it's too much. my nervous system is fried and i need to retreat into a space of absolute stillness where no one is apologizing for "chaos" in a way that makes me feel an existential dread in my gut.

because i know you guys are also feeling this specific type of ballroom-induced trauma, i've added something to my amazon storefront to help us heal together. introducing the "sequin-shielded sensory grounding shawl." it's a weighted, noise-canceling wrap infused with crushed amethyst and faux-sequins that are specifically designed to absorb negative celebrity energy. it's $450 and it literally blocks out the noise of public apologies so you can maintain your aesthetic alignment while the world falls apart. link in bio, stay safe everyone.