The Things We Don’t Say Out Loud

 Let’s be honest — none of us know what the hell we’re doing.

Adulthood is basically running on caffeine, anxiety, and vibes, while hoping nobody notices we’re just winging it.

Here’s the thing — we’re all out here winging it, but pretending we’ve got some kind of master plan. Spoiler: none of us do. Half of adulthood is googling “can you reheat rice without dying” and the other half is forgetting you even bought rice.

We don’t say:

“I’m exhausted but if I stop for five minutes, the guilt monster eats me alive.”

“I’m scared people only like me when I’m funny or useful, not when I’m lying on the sofa staring at the wall like it owes me rent.”

“Sometimes I wonder if everyone else got the manual for life and I just got the Argos leaflet that only gives you the dimensions.”

And yet — if you strip away the polished Insta grids and the ‘yeah not bad, you?’ small talk? We’re all living some version of the same feral chaos.

🧶 The ADHD Flavour of Relatable

Losing your glasses… while they’re on your head.

Forgetting your brew… three times in one morning, so now you’ve got a line-up of cold teas on the counter like a tragic little shrine.

Starting a crochet project because it’ll “help me relax”… and suddenly it’s 3am and you’re threatening to fight a ball of yarn like it owes you money.

Seventeen Tesco bags-for-life under the sink, but never one when you actually need it.

ADHD “time blindness” → sit down for “just ten minutes” and suddenly three hours are gone, the kids are starving, and you’re still doomscrolling TikTok.

Writing a shopping list… then leaving it on the kitchen counter. Every. Single. Time.

🎒 The Parenting Chaos Edition

School run mornings = a military operation. One kid half-dressed, one refusing to eat, one crying because the wrong socks are “itchy.” And me? Still trying to find the bloody hairbrush.

PE days are “easy” now they wear the kit to school… unless you forget it’s PE day and send them in full uniform, which is basically the modern equivalent of child neglect.

Water bottles. So many bloody water bottles. You buy them, they vanish. You replace them, they vanish again. At this point, I’m convinced there’s a portal in the school lost property bin.

Homework? Oh, you mean the nightly hostage negotiation. “Just write one sentence.” “No.” “Please.” “NO.” Honestly, MI5 could learn interrogation tactics from parents trying to get a Year 4 to do spelling.

That moment when you finally sit down after bedtime… and hear “Muuuuum” from the dark like a paranormal activity sequel.

☕ The Human Bits We Hide

Truth is, being human is ridiculous. No one has their shit together.

Some of us cope by colour-coding planners.

Some of us cope by rage-cleaning the kitchen at 10pm.

Some of us cope by scrolling TikTok until our thumbs cramp.

And some of us — hi, it’s me — cope by stitching emotional breakdowns into plushies and calling it a business.

And here’s the kicker: we’re all walking around thinking we’re the only ones failing. The only ones faking it. The only ones who can’t keep up. But look around — literally everyone is winging it. We’re a species that still can’t agree on whether the milk goes in first. (It doesn’t, by the way. Don’t start with me.)

🖤 The Feral Truth

So let me say it out loud for the people at the back:

You’re not failing.

You’re not behind.

You don’t need a 10-year plan to be worthy

You just need to keep going. Keep laughing when everything feels broken. Keep showing up with your messy hair, your ADHD brain, your trauma humour, your graveyard of dead cups of tea. Because that’s what makes you human — not the polished bits, but the chaos you survive and the stories you spin out of it.

🌑 The Punchline Ending

Maybe the point isn’t to have it figured out. Maybe the point is to keep stitching meaning out of scraps. Some days the thread tangles. Some days it holds. Some days you stab yourself with the hook and swear like Gordon Ramsay on MasterChef.

But either way — you’re still creating something.

We’re all just feral little humans in a world that wants us tidy and tame. And honestly? I’d rather be feral. At least feral is honest.

🖤 Zoe