Welcome: This Isn’t a Self-Help Newsletter

If you’ve come here to fix yourself, I’ve got bad news.
And maybe — if you’re tired of fixing — some good news too.

This isn’t a self-help newsletter. I don’t have a five-step plan. I’m not here to show you how to optimise your morning routine or rewire your brain for success. I’m here with something less shiny but, I think, more honest.

Shit & Love is a place for the paradox — the parts of us that don’t resolve neatly. The grief that lives inside joy. The hope that shows up right after despair. The ordinary moments that knock the wind out of us and leave us blinking at the sky.

There’s a cultural habit of packaging up pain into lessons and turning every setback into content. This isn’t that.

I’m not writing to preach or persuade. I’m writing because I don’t know how else to face the world but to say: this is what it’s like from where I’m standing. Maybe you’ll recognise something in it.

So you won’t find answers here. But you might find a kind of companionship. A shared gaze, not a sermon.

Space to breathe.

To think.

To be a bit messy.

To sit in the middle of it all — the shit, the love — and say yes, this too is life.

Can we try this together…

Breathe into the belly…ONE…TWO…now into the ribs…THREE…FOUR…

…let your chest move…FIVE…SIX…

Chest coming down…SIX…FIVE…

Ribs come down…FOUR…THREE…

Give your belly a gentle squeeze…

TWO…

…ONE….

…Finnish.

(Relax & Rpeat if you like what just happened)

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