Feeling Off for No Reason? Ask If It's Even Yours

Have you ever woken up and just felt… off?

Nothing's actually happened. Nobody's said anything. And yet everything feels heavy and scratchy and wrong, like you're wearing a jumper two sizes too small and someone's turned the volume up on the whole world😩

So you drag yourself through the day, and every single thing takes SO much effort that by bedtime you feel like you've run a marathon in thongs (the Aussie kind😂). Everyone's annoying you, you can't get five minutes to yourself, and part of you is secretly hoping someone gives you a reason to snap so the feeling at least has somewhere to go😬

😩"Why do I feel so heavy? NOTHING even happened today!"

I feel you, my love😅 For most of my life I had days like this and called them normal.

Did you know that some of what you're feeling right now might not even be yours? That one question's where I start every single time, with every single person I work with, so let's start there together🤗

Is this feeling even yours?

Before you go looking for what's wrong with you (coz nothing is), ask one question: is this even mine? If you're sensitive to energy, alot of what you woke up with may belong to the people you love, your workplace, or whatever's moving through the collective right now.

You're a beautiful reader of energy. You walk into a room and within about a minute you know who's upset, who's exhausted and who needs you, and you've probably started making them feel better before you've even put your bag down😏 That reading's a gift. Nobody ever showed you how to put down what you've read though, so it all comes home with you.

I know this one from the inside. As a little girl I could feel everyone's energy, and I knew exactly how to bend and fold and contort to keep the peace, softening the loud ones and soothing the upset ones. And I carried every bit of it, for years and years, until my body couldn't carry anything anymore.

And then you get home and wonder why the bags are SO heavy😂

When you try to move an energy that doesn't belong to you, it won't budge. You can do all the work in the world on it. It just sits there, coz it was never yours to work with. That's why "is this mine?" comes first, every single time💫

Am I picking up someone else's energy?

You may be picking up someone else's energy if the heaviness arrived after a phone call, a visit or a busy room, if it doesn't match anything that's actually happening in your own life, or if it lifts as soon as you're on your own.

A few little clues I always look for:

• 💭 The feeling has a flavour that doesn't taste like you (a worry you don't normally have, or a grief with no story attached to it)
• 💭 It turned up around a particular person or place
• 💭 It gets louder when you're with them and settles when you're not
• 💭 You can't find a reason for it no matter how hard you look (and trust me, you've looked😂)
• 💭 Just asking "is this mine?" brings a little "oh" of relief somewhere in your chest

Picking things up like this is a sign you're wide open, my love, and that openness is how your sensitivity gathers information for you. You get to learn how to read it without taking it all home with you😉

Sometimes it's your own old stuff, ready to go

Some of what rises on an off day does belong to you. Old feelings and beliefs from experiences you never quite finished processing can come up all at once, and your body feels them before your mind can come up with a reason.

I like to think of these days as a big neon arrow pointing straight at some of your old 'stuff'. It's been sitting in your field for a while, and now it's ready to move. The feelings can feel brand new and VERY real, even when they're years old.

Sometimes there's a trigger you can trace (a full moon, a massive week, a conversation that brushed up against an old hurt), and sometimes there's nothing at all. Either way, you don't need the whole story for it to move. It's only energy, and energy's always ready to move when you let it✨

Why does everyone annoy me on these days?

Coz your system's already full, my love. When you're holding a mix of your own feelings and everyone else's, there's very little room left, so every request, every noise and every "have you seen my…?" lands like one thing too many🥴

The irritation is information. Some of it's yours to tend, and some of it you picked up along the way and you're still pushing around in your trolley. Just knowing that can take the heat out of it, coz now you know where to look, and the people you love stop copping it for something that was never about them.

Why does it feel like it'll never end?

Layers. When one clears, the next one can rise up to take its place, and when you're right in the middle of it that feels endless😩 Each layer that moves makes more space in you though, and it really does ease.

While it's moving, look after your beautiful body. Eat something nourishing (I'll never pass up an excuse to eat, coz I LOVE FOOD SO MUCH😍😂), drink lots of water, and give yourself a little extra space wherever you can find it, even if it's five minutes with the door shut and a cuppa.

And you don't have to sort all of it on your own. Some days you need someone holding the space while it all unravels, and that's such a beautiful thing to let yourself have🤗