When Everything Feels Like Too Much
And You’re Not Sure If You Can Keep Going
Have you ever felt like the world isn’t just sitting on your chest, but actually trying to bury you underneath it? Like you're not just tired, you're done—mentally, emotionally, spiritually?
You’re not broken. You’re not weak. You’re not alone.
The pressure on young women to hold it all together is constant. Perfection, performance, pleasing. And when the cracks show, we blame ourselves instead of the system that’s been suffocating us all along.
This post is your permission slip to feel it all—and still choose to stay. Not because you should, but because you can.
The Perfection Lie Is Exhausting (and Bullsh*t)
We’ve been taught to chase some fake ideal—straight A’s, smooth skin, perfect Instagram grid, perfect girlfriend, perfect daughter, perfect friend. But guess what? None of it’s real. And trying to keep up is wrecking us.
80% of college women say they feel overwhelmed by everything they’re “supposed” to be doing. That’s not a coincidence. That’s culture. And we’re calling it out.
You’re Allowed to Fall Apart
That Doesn’t Mean You’re Failing
You didn’t get the internship. You flaked on a friend. You woke up and just couldn’t. Okay. That’s not failure. That’s being human.
Rejection hurts. Burnout is real. And sometimes just existing feels like too much. But every single time you make it through one of those moments—even when you think you didn’t do it “well”—that’s resilience.
Say to yourself: I am more than my worst day.
So let yourself cry. Rage. Spiral. Then breathe. You’re still here. That’s enough.
Feel It So You Can Survive It
Women are 1.5 times more likely than men to develop anxiety disorders. Not because we’re more fragile—but because we’ve been told to shut up, smile, and swallow everything.
Not anymore.
Start writing. Scream into a pillow. Go on a rage walk. Meditate. Shake it out. Whatever helps you feel it without judging it—do that. We don’t heal by avoiding pain. We heal by facing it. Loudly.
Friendship Is a Radical Act
This world isolates us on purpose. So choosing to show up for each other? That’s resistance. Friendship is care work. It’s survival. It’s revolution.
Start a gratitude chain in your group chat. Check in on your people. Let them check in on you. Don’t wait until you’re falling apart to ask for connection. Build it while you’re still okay.
You don’t have to do this alone. You were never meant to.
Joy Is Not Frivolous. It’s Fuel.
They want us miserable. They profit off our self-hate. So choosing joy? That’s political. That’s power.
Dance in your room. Rewatch the dumb show. Eat the good snack. Take the long way to class just because the leaves look pretty.
Joy isn’t a distraction. It’s the reason we fight to stay alive.
Rewrite the Rules. Start With These.
What we’re taught:
“Push through, no matter the cost.”
What’s actually true:
Rest is revolutionary. So is rage. So is choosing yourself again and again.
Your softness doesn’t cancel your strength. Your anger doesn’t cancel your worthiness. They are both part of your power.
Try This If You’re On the Edge
Craft a “why I’m still here” playlist
Write a love letter to your future self (yes, even if it’s just 3 words)
Start a mental health night on campus—make it low-pressure, high-vibe
Partner with your women’s center to host a Reclaim Your Joy event
DM a friend right now: “I’m not doing great. Can we talk?”
You Don’t Have to Be Okay to Keep Going
You don’t have to fake it. You don’t have to be strong all the time. You just have to keep choosing yourself, one tiny moment at a time.
Say to yourself: My rage is my power. My softness is my strength. Together, they are unstoppable.
At All the R.A.G.E., we don’t shame struggle—we hold it. We don’t push toxic positivity—we offer fierce solidarity. This isn’t about surviving. It’s about thriving, together.
Final Words, If You Needed a Sign
Keep going.
Not because you have to.
But because you can.
And we’re right here with you.
Rage on. Rest hard. Repeat.
