Breaking the Cycle: When the noise gets too loud.

Song Stuck In Your Head

Do you feel the build up thumping, when you take another shot?

Do you hear the voices singing, when the cigarette burns hot?

Do you say what you are thinking, when your brain begins to rot?

Do you know why you are running, from the things you wish you’d forgot?

Some of us forget that actions have consequences

That eating fast food quickly lowers our defenses

That ignoring a bigger calling often leaves you with less chances

Of repairing the damage done and reframing the broken glasses

Pretend you’re not a witness

To the tragedy and crime

If you knew of your involvement you’d probably lose your mind

Is it too late, am I running out of time?

If you paid the system now, you’d avoid the double fine

Its a problem for mañana

When you down another caña

Then you wake up with a drama

That has you racking up the karma

Are you having fun?

Or is the damage already done

You’re never too far gone

If you make a one comparison

A song stuck in your head, growing louder with each distraction

Ignore it and the hook will get louder with each reaction

Look at the lyrics and maybe you’ll find a deeper connection

Wake up now and save yourself, it’s time to take action

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t long for my old habits. I miss those nights—talking nonsense outside a pub at 3 a.m., borrowing a stranger’s cigarette, and somehow finding my way home. I miss dancing with my friends, letting loose, and bantering with anyone we’d meet along the way. Over the years, for reasons I can’t always explain, it feels like the universe—or whatever you want to call it—has been pushing me to get my life together. Sometimes, I console myself by thinking that maybe I’m on the fast track to liberation.

At some point, my body started sending messages I couldn’t ignore. I had been living a rock 'n' roll lifestyle until one of the most eye-opening moments of my life—a diagnosis of vocal nodules. It forced me to care for my voice or risk losing my main source of income. I had to avoid triggers like smoke, caffeine, alcohol, spicy foods, and even iced drinks. I couldn’t whisper, shout, or even make silly voices. Managing my stress and resting my voice became essential. Anyone who knows me knows this was my worst nightmare.

On top of that, I faced severe financial instability, a decline in my mental health, and digestive issues that led to a restrictive diet for months as I tried to regulate my gut health. I LOVE food—my last remaining coping mechanism—and the sense of control it gave me was taken away in an instant.

I know I could have ignored all of this and continued down a destructive path, as I’ve witnessed others do. But something inside wouldn’t let me. With no escape, I was forced to confront myself fully. Every trauma, every emotion, every pain, and belief came rushing to the surface. I could no longer run from it. For two years, I genuinely believed I would break. My partner bore the brunt of my instability, but also grounded me. I am forever grateful for that. I’ve since come to understand the importance of community and a support network.

Despite all the pain, I couldn’t ignore the quiet hope that this was happening for a reason. Slowly, over time, I began to see how everything was unfolding. Every piece of my life that I worked through brought me closer to who I am now—closer to my authentic self and to love in ways I never imagined possible.

If you want to learn more about taking your power back from habits and substances keeping you stuck check out my other blog “Reclaiming Your Power: Breaking Free From Limiting Beliefs”

There are still days when I’ll indulge in old habits, but my relationship with them has been redefined and they no longer hold power over me. I am blessed with the awareness to recognize when I’m suppressing my true expression. It’s been hard, but every moment has been worth it.

We’ve all had those “f**k it” moments—the extra shot, another cigarette, another slice of cake, another toxic relationship—anything to numb the feelings we don’t want to face. Whether it’s the aftermath of a tragic event or just a rough day at work, have you noticed it never really helps? Have you seen the people around you getting sicker and sicker? The only way forward is through, and emotions are meant to be felt.

The substances themselves aren’t inherently bad; everything is a tool with its proper use. But why would you pick up a hammer and repeatedly hit yourself in the head with it?

I’m sharing this now, from the other side of a phase of major instability in both my internal and external worlds. I hold my heart out to anyone going through a similar experience, sharing my light as hope for those lost in the darkness. There is a way out, and it’s more beautiful than you can currently imagine. If you feel the call, I encourage you to take the leap. The moment you desire more for yourself, life will throw you challenges that shape you into the person capable of living in that reality. If I can find the courage to make it through, so can you.

You only live this lifetime once, so make it count.

Sending love,

Dani x