Energy: Emotion in motion as ripple effects in your reality (Or, how your breakdown might be rearranging your entire life behind the scenes)

I once cried so hard in a parking lot that my eyelashes stuck together and my soul briefly considered ascending just to get a break from the drama. No real reason, just an emotional cocktail of “too much” and “not enough,” shaken, not stirred. You know the kind—where you’re pretty sure the neighbors can hear your existential unraveling through three layers of concrete and polite social silence. Anyway, I cried. And then I got up, wiped my face with an old napkin that may or may not have once touched a taco, and went on with my day. The world didn’t end. In fact, it shifted. Something subtle clicked.

A friend texted out of the blue. An idea dropped into my mind like it had been waiting for that exact moment of snotty surrender to land. The barista at the café gave me a free coffee because “you looked like you needed it.” I did. I really did. And just like that, life moved. Not dramatically. Not like in a movie with a swelling soundtrack and a redemption arc. More like a quiet ripple—a soft rearrangement of the outer world that mirrored something I had just shifted inside.

That’s the thing about energy. It’s not just your mood. It’s not just your aura, your chakra alignment, or how many crystals you slept next to last night. It’s your entire field. And that field? It ripples.

Every thought, every feeling, every tiny internal movement of “ugh” or “yes” or “I’m so done” sends a signal. Like tossing a stone into a still lake, your energy doesn’t just stay with you—it moves. It expands. It interacts with everything around you, and yes, it reshapes your reality in ways you often won’t recognize until you look back and go, Wait… did that breakdown change my life? Spoiler: it probably did.

Emotion—energy in motion—isn’t just some poetic phrase to slap on a journal cover. It’s literal. Your emotions are messengers, currents, waves. They’re not here to be managed like interns on their first day—they’re here to move through you, inform you, and shift the very vibration you’re sending into the world. When you repress them, you clog the flow. You try to force stillness on a living thing. You can do that, sure. But eventually, the emotional dam will break, usually in the form of an ill-timed sob at a dinner party or a panic attack in the tampon aisle. But when you let your emotions move? Even when they’re messy, inconvenient, or make you sound slightly possessed? Something happens. The energy clears. And once it clears, it creates.

It’s not magic in the “unicorns and glitter” sense. It’s magic in the “you are literally made of vibrating atoms, and your state of being is constantly broadcasting signals” sense. Science, meet spirituality. The vibes are real.

You’ve felt it. You’ve walked into a room where the tension was so thick you could taste the divorce. You’ve sat next to someone on a train and felt, without a word exchanged, that they were either falling in love or falling apart. You’ve known, deep in your body, when someone’s smile didn’t match their frequency.

That’s not imagination.

That’s energy. It doesn’t lie.

So when your emotions are flaring—grief, rage, joy, fear, longing—they’re not just inner weather patterns. They’re invitations. They’re guiding you to move something, to become something, to release or remember something.

And the moment you let them?

The moment you stop trying to numb them with oat milk lattes and inspirational quotes and just feel—something shifts. The ripple starts. And the universe, or consciousness, or whatever term doesn’t make your eyes roll, picks up the signal. It starts rearranging things. Tiny things, like running into someone you hadn’t seen in years at the exact moment you needed to. Big things, like jobs falling away or relationships cracking open. Sometimes even unexplainable things—timelines adjusting, synchronicities stacking, your life bending toward something truer without you having to hustle your way into it. Because that’s the deeper truth we’re all circling around: your reality is not separate from your emotional state. It reflects it. It absorbs it. It moves with it. You are not a passive observer in this life. You’re an energetic participant. A frequency broadcaster. A living, breathing ripple effect. And your emotions? They’re not obstacles. They’re oars. They steer the boat. This doesn’t mean you have to be a walking beam of positivity to manifest a good life. That’s toxic and also exhausting. You’re allowed to be angry, messy, uncertain, and deeply human.

What matters is presence. Movement. Willingness. The refusal to abandon yourself emotionally just because your mind wants you to be more palatable or presentable. Energy responds to truth, not perfection. That moment in the parking lot? That wasn’t a breakdown. It was a signal boost. I let the dam break. I let the grief move. And somewhere, reality received the memo: “Oh, she’s ready for something else now.” And something else came. Not instantly. Not with fireworks. But in quiet shifts. Realignment. Openings. The ripple began.

Maybe that’s all healing really is. Not fixing ourselves. Not becoming shiny versions of our wounds. Just learning to move our energy cleanly. Learning to feel instead of filter. To let emotion do its thing so reality can, too.

Let it ripple.

Let the tears hit the ground like prayers you didn’t know how to say. Let the rage burn through the false stories you’ve been told about what’s allowed. Let the joy swell and stretch you without apology. Because in that movement—in that wild, holy, unapologetic motion—you’re shifting your entire field. You’re sending a new signal. You’re rewriting your reality. And maybe the world doesn’t change in that exact moment. But something does. A new possibility begins. A new path opens. A new version of you starts to emerge—not because you forced it, but because you felt it. Because energy doesn’t lie. And neither do you—when you let yourself truly feel. So go ahead. Cry in public. Laugh too loud. Rage safely. Long deeply. Feel it all. You’re not broken. You’re in motion. You’re not lost. You’re vibrating at a frequency that’s about to send out ripples. And what comes back?

Well, that’s the universe whispering:

“I felt that.”