You don’t find self-worth in a mirror or a mantra. You find it when life rips the rug out right from under you and leaves you sat on your arse, in a pile of your own unhealed bullshit.
I’m not talking about those cute Pinterest quotes that say “you’re enough” or the overly polished coaching speak that tells you to “reframe the narrative.” Like it’s actually that simple! I’m talking about the real moments. The raw ones, the ugly crying ones. The ones that make you feel like you’re running butt-fuck naked, down a busy high street while everyone is laughing at you and some arsehole’s reading out your worst traits like a roast. These are the moments that make you question every single God Damn thing that you thought you knew about who you were, what you deserved and why the fuck you were playing so small in the first place.
That’s a Universal Rug Pull.
It doesn’t really matter whether you wanted one or not, coz if you’re reading this, I’m betting you’ve had one recently!
What the Fuck Is a Universal Rug Pull?
It’s the cannon event that shakes your entire foundation and forces you to stop settling for the scraps you convinced yourself were gourmet. It’s an energetic cleansing to give you a much needed reset. Please note here that I said needed, because what you need and what you want are totally not the same thing!
A Universal Rug Pull is not gentle, I t’s not subtle and it’s never convenient.
Sometimes it looks like getting evicted from your home, losing all of your friends and living in a dodgy Airbnb. Other times it might look like getting ghosted by someone you thought you had a future with or losing the job that was holding it all together but was secretly crushing you at your core. However you want to look at it, a Universal Rug Pull is not just a wake-up call. It’s a full-blown ego exorcism.
You realise in the most brutal, painful way possible, that you’ve been tolerating way too much. You were asking for way too little and forgetting just how fucking powerful you actually are. It’s never about the cannon event. It’s always about what it shows you. The things that you were either too afraid to see before, or just didn’t fucking want to!
Why the Universe Yanked the Rug
Don’t get it twisted. The Universe isn’t out to destroy you. It’s out to reveal you. It will always do what is best for your highest good, you just might not see it at the time.
The rug gets pulled when you’ve ignored every whisper, dodged every nudge and bypassed every opportunity to course-correct. Life gets louder when you stop listening. So if you’re stuck in patterns that dim your shine and you don’t know your true worth. Then you bet your life that something’s gonna break like a shatterproof ruler eventually.
You needed that moment of rupture to create your fucking rapture. So you could finally stop pretending.
Pretending you’re fine, that crumbs are enough and that “being nice” is the same as being respected.
The rug pull wakes up the version of you that you were always supposed to be, until life got in the way. Until you were gagged and bound by people-pleasing, boxed in by fear and dulled down by other people who were never supposed to be in your storm anyway.
Rebuilding After the Fall
Here’s where most people get stuck. They either sink into shame or they slap on some fake positivity, a big fat smile and bypass the pain altogether.
The real self-worth work happens in the rebuild. You don’t have to glow-up overnight. You just need to start showing up for yourself in ways that reinforce your worth instead of constantly negotiating it.
Make space to take up more space. Make noise so your voice is louder than everyone else’s and stop fucking apologising, unless you’ve actually caused some real damage, or offed someone then there’s nothing to be sorry for!
Self-worth isn’t a feeling. It’s a whole ass fucking system. It’s the structure of your life. Your “Fuck Yeah!” and your “Hell No!” Your non-negotiables. Your standards. It’s just you’ve always settled, until you didn’t!
You Don’t Have to Feel Worthy to Act Like You Are
This is the secret sauce no one tells you. You don’t need to feel worthy yet. You just need to move like you are.
Talk like it.
Dress like it.
Decide like it.
Leave like it.
Eventually, your nervous system will catch up. But for now? Let your standards drive the healing.
You rebuild your Damn fine self. One fucking epic choice at a time.
You’re Not Broken. You’re Becoming
The rug didn’t pull itself out from underneath you for no fucking reason now, did it? It wasn’t some weird punishment from some hex seller on Etsy, it was just your power, disguised as pain.
You’re not behind. You’re not a mess. You’re not too much or not enough or any of the garbage your inner critic screams when you’re vulnerable.
You’re in motion.
That so-called breakdown was the fucking stage left exit. Now the rebuilding begins. Just this time, it’s on your terms.
