Welcome back to Bras Off Confessional! This week, we're doing a state of the union. And the state of the union is: not great. The doomscroll is relentless, the algorithm is not on our side, and there's no amount of Xanax that can reverse what we're all being forced to consume on a daily basis.

So we're coping. Creatively. Questionably.

Michaela has developed a small collection of rituals — moon water, full moon ceremonies, Jesus candles from the dollar store, and a vibrator. She's not saying it fixes everything. She's saying it's better than vodka at 10am. Marginally. Also, she may be a witch.

Molly has been renovating her kitchen. By herself. Without a contractor. She started doing her own electrical work somewhere around week three of not leaving the house, at which point the risk of electrocution started feeling less like a danger and more like a bonus outcome.

Together, they cover the ADD hyperfixation-to-abandoned-hobby pipeline, hair extension trichotillomania, why your succulent might actually want your period blood, and the shared conclusion that roasting s'mores over the dumpster fire is the best available option right now.

Nobody said it was going to be pretty. But we're still here.

In this episode:

• Moon water: the recipe, the ritual, and whether swamp water counts
• Dollar store Jesus candles and what each color is doing for you
• DIY electrical work as a coping mechanism slash death wish
• The ADD craft hyperfixation pipeline (buy everything, finish nothing)
• Hair extensions, split ends, and trichotillomania
• Blood arugula. 'Nuff said. 

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