And why feeling like shit can save your life.
Now I know the self help sunshine brigade is going to hate this, but here’s a truth that’ll make them clutch their crystals and reach for their gratitude journals…
Disgust is one of the most powerful motivators on the planet.
Not the gentle, Instagram friendly “I’m ready for change” bullshit. I’m talking about the raw, visceral disgust that makes your skin crawl when you look at what you’ve become.
The kind that makes you want to burn your entire life down and rebuild it from ash.
You know that feeling when you catch yourself in the mirror after three days of Netflix binge eating and realise you look like a sentient pile of laundry?
Or when you check your bank account and see where all your money went and feel physically sick?
That’s shame and your survival instinct screaming at you to get your shit together.
The positivity cult wants you to love yourself into change.
“Manifest your best life! Speak kindly to yourself! You’re perfect just as you are!”
Meanwhile, you’re rotting from the inside out, and they want you to smile about it.
Fuck that noise.
Sometimes you need to get so disgusted with your current situation that staying the same becomes more painful than changing.
When the thought of another day living like this makes you physically ill, that’s when real transformation begins.
Disgust is rocket fuel.
It’s the emotional equivalent of touching a hot stove. You don’t need motivation to pull your hand away, you just do it because the alternative is unbearable.
Use it.
Get disgusted with your excuses, your patterns, your willingness to accept mediocrity.
Let that revulsion become obsession with becoming someone you can actually respect.
The self help crowd can keep their vision boards. I’ll take raw disgust over positive thinking any day of the week.
Stephen Walker.
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