I wrote this because the crumbling education system is something deeply personal to me. It’s not just broken—it’s familiar.
Has anyone else ever felt like you had to unlearn and reteach yourself just to actually understand the world?
Because when a system fails us that hard, we’re forced to become our own teachers. And that’s where resistance begins.
This one hit different when I wrote it.
I wasn’t trying to be polished—I just needed to get the fire out of me before it ate everything.
Anyone else ever write something down just to survive a moment?
This one hit different when I wrote it.
I wasn’t trying to be polished—I just needed to get the fire out of me before it ate everything.
Anyone else ever write something down just to survive a moment?
This one hit different when I wrote it.
I wasn’t trying to be polished—I just needed to get the fire out of me before it ate everything.
Anyone else ever write something down just to survive a moment?
I think it’s honestly insane that King George III was the monarch during the American Revolution. Like—he literally watched his empire unravel while mentally deteriorating. The symbolism of that? Wild.
And it makes perfect sense, too—he wasn’t just “mad” in the medical sense. He was a monarch at the edge of an era where people were starting to reject divine rule, hereditary power, and all the illusions that kept empires running. His madness almost feels like a metaphor for the collapse of monarchy itself.
He’s one of those figures where the history feels mythic—like the universe couldn’t have picked a more poetic villain for the birth of a republic.
Thank you so much—nuance really is everything, especially when history gets flattened into black-and-white narratives. I’m really grateful you saw that in the piece. We need more conversations that live in the gray.
While researching this, what genuinely wrecked me was realizing that there wasn’t just one drug crisis in Germany—there were two. An opiate crisis after WWI and a meth crisis after WWII. Layered over that is the unimaginable scale of the Holocaust, the physical and moral scorched earth that followed, and the complete collapse of a population that had already lost so much.
I always knew the Nazis were monsters—but I didn’t fully grasp how many people inside Germany were also victims: people who resisted, who stayed because they believed they could fight from within, who were swallowed by a system they refused to join. It just… broke something open in me.
Have you ever come across something in history that made you stop and rethink everything—not just who the villains were, but what it meant to survive them?
While researching this, what genuinely wrecked me was realizing that there wasn’t just one drug crisis in Germany—there were two. An opiate crisis after WWI and a meth crisis after WWII. Layered over that is the unimaginable scale of the Holocaust, the physical and moral scorched earth that followed, and the complete collapse of a population that had already lost so much.
I always knew the Nazis were monsters—but I didn’t fully grasp how many people inside Germany were also victims: people who resisted, who stayed because they believed they could fight from within, who were swallowed by a system they refused to join. It just… broke something open in me.
Have you ever come across something in history that made you stop and rethink everything—not just who the villains were, but what it meant to survive them?
I wrote this because the crumbling education system is something deeply personal to me. It’s not just broken—it’s familiar.
Has anyone else ever felt like you had to unlearn and reteach yourself just to actually understand the world?
Because when a system fails us that hard, we’re forced to become our own teachers. And that’s where resistance begins.