Raw Truths from the Bathroom Floor
Captured by Mitchell Royel | When the world crumbles around you, sometimes all you can do is surrender to the moment. The tears, the truth, the transformation—it all begins when we stop fighting what's breaking us open. Now playing: "Worst Case (Explicit)" by 3LAU & CXLOE
We've all been there. Mascara-streaked cheeks. Snot running. Sitting on cold bathroom tiles at 2 AM because somehow, the bathroom is where we go when our hearts are breaking open.
The universe has a way of dismantling everything we thought was solid. The relationship. The job. The diagnosis. The betrayal. The financial collapse. Whatever flavor of catastrophe has shown up at your door uninvited.
And here we are. Bathroom warriors. Toilet paper roll as our only witness.
We cry until our eyes swell shut. We bang our fists against the wall. We ask "why" until our throats are raw. We text people we shouldn't. We contemplate tequila for breakfast.
This is the real spiritual work, loves. Not the sunshine-and-crystals version. This is the gritty, snot-running, can't-catch-your-breath transformation that nobody posts on Instagram.
Here's what we do when everything burns to the ground:
We honor the bathroom floor phase. Stay there as long as needed. The cold tiles have held millions of broken hearts before yours. They can hold you too.
We call our truth-tellers. Not the toxic-positivity pushers. The ones who'll say "This fucking sucks and I'm bringing over pasta."
We write it all out—the rage, the fear, the shame. Then burn it or flush it. Release the story so it doesn't become your identity.
We move our bodies, even when they feel like concrete. A walk around the block. A primal scream drive. Three minutes of dancing to that song that always breaks you open.
We find one tiny thing to do today. Brush teeth. Water plant. Send one email. Small steps create momentum when the big picture is too overwhelming.
We get radically honest about what we actually need versus what we think we should want. Sometimes rock bottom shows us we've been climbing the wrong mountain.
The truth? We're not meant to stay unbroken. We're meant to be cracked open so our real power can finally breathe.
That worst-case scenario that's currently kicking your ass? It's not your ending. It's your rebirth. Messy, painful, completely unfiltered—but still sacred.
So cry it out, loves. Snot and all. Then splash some cold water on your face. The world needs what only your broken-open heart can give.
-Ryder