Who's Driving?

You ever wake up and feel like life forgot to put the car in Drive?

Like somehow, you’re moving, but it’s backwards. The days blur into each other. You’re brushing your teeth, replying to emails, scrolling through your phone — and yet, every motion feels like you’re rewinding instead of moving forward. The same old thoughts. The same old wounds. Caught. Trapped.

You start wondering, Why does it feel like I’ve been living in reverse?

It’s like your past decided it was time to grab the wheel. Trauma. Depression. Guilt. Fear. They climb into the car like they paid for premium seats. They don’t even ask — they just slide in, adjust the mirrors, and whisper, “You good back there?”

And we let them.

We let the past — the years, the months, the days — consume our present like it's a leftover meal. We microwave the same thoughts, over and over, hoping they’ll somehow taste different.

But here’s the truth: That reverse gear? It’s seductive. It gives us the illusion of movement without ever demanding direction.

You ever just want to escape?

Sleep all day. Get out of bed. Go for a walk. Maybe run until your legs scream louder than your thoughts. Book a flight and leave your life behind for a few days. Not because you’re adventurous — but because you’re desperate.

And still, the question loops in your head:
Why can’t I shift the gear? Why is it so loud? Leave me alone..

Well, let me ask you this:
If you were standing outside your own car, watching yourself in this moment — what would you say to that version of you behind the wheel?
Would you knock on the window and say,
"Hey… you okay?"
Or would you shout,
"What are you doing!? You’re letting your fear parallel park your purpose!"

Whatever you'd say — say it. Now. Out loud. Or whisper it if you need to. Just make sure it reaches the driver.

Now take a breath.
Put your hand on the wheel.
Feel that trembling? That’s power waking up.

The truth is: You are in the driver's seat.
But your thoughts? They're chilling in the passenger seat with a bag of chips and a lot of opinions. That’s cool. Let them snack. But you decide the route.

Look into that rearview mirror — not to live in it, but to leave it behind.

See the trauma? Wave to it. See the fear? Nod at it. The depression? Yeah, give it a smirk.
Then say,
"You’ve been here long enough. But I’m driving now."

Hand on the gear.
One deep breath.
Now say it:
“Shift.”

You may hear your thoughts push back,
"Wait… is this safe?"
"Where are we even going?"
"I don’t want to mess it up again."

And you say,
“It’s okay. Put your seatbelt on. I got this.”

Turn on your inner navigation — not the one that tells you where you should be, but the one that reminds you who you are.
Strong. Worthy. Capable. Healing. Human.

And as the engine hums, the past gets smaller in the mirror.

You’re no longer stuck. You’re shifting. You’re driving.

“Your past is a place of reference, not residence. Your future deserves a better driver.”

So I ask you…
Who’s driving?