With how sad I felt most of 2024, I forgot to celebrate my Podcast #WingingitwithZandi
Thank you @Tabokamelon for the #Goodvision
and @kxlegit for the music, @WingItOn for the venue and fire wings,& my guests.
In the words of Arnold -" I will be back"
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A lot of people live for years while being passively suicidal. They go to work, laugh at jokes, show up for others while carrying a low, constant wish for relief that doesn’t require them to actively choose death. It’s the state of not exactly wanting to die but also not
‘Talk to someone’
What people don’t always understand is that depression comes in stages.
There is a stage where you still have the mental capacity to reach out. In that phase, talking to someone can genuinely help, sometimes it can even pull you back from the edge.
Then there is another stage where suicidal thoughts begin to surface, but a thin thread of hope still exists. This is the stage where people tweet cryptic message ‘bye guys. I tried my best’ or even text friends in the middle of a suicide attempt. A part of them is still hoping someone will notice and arrive early enough to pull the rope away. Many attempts at this stage end up failing, precisely because that hope hasn’t completely died.
And then there is the final stage of depression, THE MOST DANGEROUS ONE. At this point, the person does not want to be saved. They leave no clues, no messages, no room for interruption. There is no call for help. No one knows anything is wrong until they are gone.
In that stage, the person can still laugh with you, joke with you, and appear happy and bubbly. Nothing about them looks broken, so no one thinks to check or tries to stop them.
‘Talk to someone’ ends after the first two stages.
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2026, A big girl job 🕯
One that comes with financial stability, career progression, occasional travel, a good work environment and great colleagues. Amen
“you’re so private and mysterious” girl, i literally just stay home unless i’m going to work or see the people who are kind to me. idk what else to say.
no one talks about how draining it is when your mood constantly switches between "keep going, it will get better" and "i can't do this anymore, im about to give up." it's like living in emotional whiplash. one hour you're hopeful, the next you're spiralin
"everything happens for a reason" is a sentence we reach for when we don't know how to sit with randomness.
an essay on the cruelty of toxic positivity.
link: https://t.co/fp2BTJbiYM
Hot take, and this one is for my close friends.
I know some of you haven’t forgotten that I lost my dad. But I also feel like, after a while, people forget to remember. The check-ins reduce. The awareness fades. Life moves on for everyone else, which is fair tbh. It’s not a personal thing so that’s normal.
But whe I decline invites and people ask, “Why aren’t you coming? What happened?” I’m always a bit stunned. Like… take a wild guess? Everything is still fresh. I lost a parent. Someone actually died in my life this year.
It may not feel that deep to you, but it is to me.
Sometimes I’m just not in the mood. Sometimes I don’t have the capacity. And yes, in an ideal world, you’d still be checking in, because grief doesn’t expire (mine isn’t even up to 8 months). 💀
And when people say things like, “You carry grief well,” I honestly don’t know what that means. How exactly am I supposed to carry it? Loudly? Quietly? Performatively?
Just because I’m not always talking about it or posting about it doesn’t mean it’s not heavy. This wasn’t a random loss. This was my dad. A parent. My person.
So, yeah. 🫠
“It’s just that all of these Caribbean resorts look exactly the same to me. It’s just a random beach.”
“Oh I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You sit at your laptop, and you select… I don’t know, that all-inclusive resort for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what cookie-cutter consumerist hotel your parents made you go to.
But what you don’t know is that hotel isn’t just all-inclusive, it’s not Ixtapa, it’s not Zihuatanejo. It’s actually Cancún. You’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in the late 60s, Mexico ran a huge trade deficit with the US. They were industrializing rapidly, importing machinery and materials that had to be paid for in dollars. Then I believe it was INFRATUR, wasn’t it, that actually spent months building a computer model, feeding data to an IBM 360 to analyze Mexico’s entire coastline, evaluating climate, beach quality, accessibility, and development costs.
Then they identified Cancún as a strategic tourism development zone, deliberately modeled on postwar Mediterranean resort economies. By the mid-1990s, major U.S. and European hotel chains standardized the all-inclusive resort model there. That model was then replicated, refined, and exported across the Caribbean.
Eventually, that choice filtered down through Expedia algorithms, airline bundle deals, and trickled on down into some TikTok’s influencer video which you no doubt watched in bed doom scrolling. However, Cancún represents billions of dollars in coordinated state planning, private capital, labor arbitrage, and tourism dependency. Tens of thousands of jobs. Entire regional supply chains.
And it’s sort of comical that you think you simply picked "a random beach" when in fact you’re sipping a piña colada at a resort selected for you by the Mexican federal government’s years-long optimization process… from a bunch of random beaches.”
Those “why didn’t you go home” questions are so annoying. Some of us don’t have parents to go to, we built houses to stay in during these seasons so please don’t annoy us. We are already at home, just go to your houses and leave us alone.