My mind won’t shut off tonight. It just keeps going. Circling. Replaying. Pushing.
I don’t really know what to say, and maybe that’s the most honest place to start.
I’m angry. I’m embarrassed. I’m sad.
There were people who counted on me, and I feel like I let them down.
And at the same time— there were people I counted on. People I asked for help. People I needed. And they didn’t show up.
I don’t know where the line is between those two truths. I don’t know if they failed me because they felt I was failing them. I don’t know. I honestly don’t.
What I do know is this: some people gave everything they had. And to those people—I see you. I’m grateful. You know who you are.
But there were too many others who just… didn’t get it.
Try to give them more hours. “No, I don’t want more hours.”
Try to make up for the time they lost. “No, I don’t want to.”
At a certain point, you realize effort can’t substitute for willingness. And no amount of managing, motivating, or explaining can bridge that gap.
I’ve been sitting in my house for two days now. Not really wanting to go out. And that scares me—because I’m starting to understand people I didn’t understand before. I’m starting to feel what they feel.
And I’m fighting that. Hard. Tooth and nail.
Because I don’t want to disappear into that place.
I don’t want to shut down. I don’t want to give up.
But I’d be lying if I said the thought hasn’t crossed my mind.
The problem is… there are still people depending on me. Still people who need things from me. Still responsibilities that don’t evaporate just because I’m empty.
And somewhere—somehow—I have to find the strength to keep going.
I don’t know how to do that right now. I really don’t.
I’m trying to help others through what I’m going through. I hope some of you are hearing this and realizing you’re not alone.
But tonight, I need to say this out loud:
I don’t know how to help when I’m the one who needs it.
This is Day 26. Part 2. Still standing. Still breathing. Soldiering on.
Godspeed.
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Lugh Sulian
Standing on the Ledge · Rebuilding from the Rubble
Lugh Sulian is a working name for a working moment.
This profile exists to hold Standing on the Ledge: Rebuilding from the Rubble—an ongoing, real-time record of what happens after collapse, when old rules stop functioning and new ones haven’t yet earned trust.
This is not myth reenactment.
Not spiritual bypass.
Not curated healing.
It’s a field journal from the threshold.
The name Lugh points toward skill, clarity, and responsibility carried with awareness. Sulian gestures toward sight—what can be seen when illusion drops away and pretending becomes too expensive. Together, they frame the posture of this work: to look clearly, act deliberately, and refuse to rebuild what already failed.
Through short-form video, spoken reflection, and long-form writing, this project explores:
Collapse without spectacle
Responsibility without authority
Burnout as a systems problem, not a personal flaw
Pagan cycles as lived practice, not aesthetic
Small fires instead of grand rebuilds
This space is intentionally unfinished. It documents:
Standing still without freezing
Moving forward without rushing
Learning from rubble instead of hiding it
Unplugged-Pagan.com serves as the grounding—seasonal awareness, ritual stripped of performance, and meaning built from experience rather than doctrine. Standing on the Ledge is one expression of that grounding, focused on the human cost of broken systems and the slow work of rebuilding integrity.
This is not a teaching platform.
It’s a shared watchpost.
If you’re here, you’re likely between versions of yourself—tired, alert, uncertain, and still standing. You don’t need answers yet. You need honesty, boundaries, and permission to move at the speed of truth.
No conclusions offered.
No certainty promised.
Still on the ledge.
Still watching.
Still working the rubble.
Godspeed.
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Threshold work. Pagan-rooted, process-driven. Documenting collapse, clarity, and the refusal to rebuild what failed.
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