Mentally OOO: I’m Not Broken, I’m Just Tired of This Bullshit

Let’s get this out of the way: the world is on fire. I brought snacks and satire.

Hi, I’m Cass….though online I go by Casey Nèul — high in the sky, low on productivity, which sounds fancy enough to suggest mystery but really just means “cloud” in Gaelic. Which, frankly, fits. I’m often mentally somewhere up there, floating above spreadsheets and Slack messages, watching my to-do list burn in the distance.

You should know I’m writing this from the soul-sucking purgatory of a weekday morning, post-alarm clock, pre-sanity. There’s coffee. There’s existential dread. There’s a browser tab open to a job board I may or may not scroll, depending on how bad my 2 p.m. check-in meeting goes.

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But Wait, Who the Hell Am I?

I’m someone who used to get off on Excel formulas and now gets off on questioning reality. Not quite a burnout cliché, not quite a cottagecore fantasy….just a thirty-something trying to piece together what it means to be okay in a world where “okay” keeps getting redefined.

I used to love slow mornings. Watching sunlight crawl across the kitchen while my coffee forgets to cool? Peak romance. But capitalism told me that my slow was lazy. That my softness was inefficient. That my nervous system was a productivity issue.

Toss in the bittersweet swallow of an ADHD pill because the same brain that aced organic chem now needs pharmaceutical pep to survive back-to-back “quick syncs.” It isn’t laziness….it’s what happens when a workplace built for assembly-line minds grinds down anyone whose neurodivergent wiring still insists on feelings and boundaries. Wild concept.

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Why Mentally OOO?

Because I was already mentally out of office when this all began.

This blog was born somewhere between a toxic Zoom meeting, a 3-minute scroll through rising global despair, and a full-blown identity crisis over whether the last avocado I bought was ethically sourced. (It wasn’t. Nothing is.)

I created this space not just as a middle finger to hustle culture, but as a gentle place to ask the bigger questions:

• What does rest actually look like when the the conveyor belt never slows?
• Who, exactly, signed off on a society that mistakes exhaustion for virtue?
• And why the hell do billionaires exist when basic insulin is a GoFundMe campaign?

Spoiler: I don’t have neat answers—only field notes, failed attempts, and occasional breakthroughs worth sharing.
And if that makes you uncomfortable….good. Discomfort means you’re still feeling something. That’s a start.

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What to Expect Here

This blog isn’t motivational.

It’s not here to tell you to drink more water and meditate your pain away. It’s here to tell the truth. The messy, complicated, uncomfortable, sometimes deeply hilarious truth.

Expect:

• Shocking and uncomfortable truths (with sources, because I still believe in receipts)
• Dark humor that hits too close to home
• Occasional bursts of hope
• And a whole lot of “is it just me, or is this batshit crazy?”

We’ll talk about everything from corporate absurdity to why scrolling TikTok feels like love and death at the same time. Because this isn’t just a blog. It’s a digital scream into the void….and you’re welcome to join.

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This Is for You If…

• You feel like you’re failing at being a person in late-stage capitalism
• You’ve had at least one “is it the system or is it me?” breakdown this year
• You know too much to go back to pretending
• You’re tired of performative wellness, and just want real f*cking rest
• You understand or are starting to that our collective behavior is just a trauma response in drag

WAR (Fight Response Gone Nuclear) Global temper tantrums with artillery.

BILLIONAIRES (Freeze-and-Hoard Deluxe) Modern dragons curling around vaults of cash while the village smolders.

GOVERNMENTS & LAWS FOR EVERYTHING (Fawn Until We Can’t Breathe) Paperwork is our love language. Fill out Form XB-42 in triplicate before you inhale; exhaling requires a separate permit.

THE HUSTLE CULT (Flight in Gucci Sneakers) Welcome to cardio for the soul: sprint faster than your feelings until your organs file HR complaints.

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Final Thought (Before You Spiral)

I don’t have all the answers. Hell, I barely have matching socks.
But I do know this: if you’re tired, you’re not weak — you’re awake.
If you’re disillusioned, good. The illusion was never real.

So the question becomes:

What would your life look like if you gave yourself permission to stop performing it?

Welcome to Mentally OOO.
I’m not here to fix you.
I’m here to remind you — you were never the problem.