04/05/2025
Last month, I read this brilliant little book called โ๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ค๐ซ๐จ๐๐๐ก: ๐ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ก๐จ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐
๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐ญ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฐ ๐๐๐ฑ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ฅโ.
Itโs short, quirky and gorgeously illustrated.
But donโt let the title fool you... this isnโt a book about bugs. Itโs a book about ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฆ.
About what happens when we stop running from discomfortโฆ and learn to hold it instead. ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ชณ The โcockroachโ is a metaphor for everything we avoid:
๐๐ก๐๐ฆ๐. ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง. ๐
๐๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ซ๐.
That one email youโve been dodging.
And the magic lies in not fighting it but facing it with softness.
This is my visual love letter to the book.
From ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ-๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ and ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ to ๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ...
it offered me a completely different lens.
More human. More compassionate. More... real.
If youโve ever felt stuck in your own head, juggling invisible โ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐,โ I think this might resonate.
Take a scroll through. And if it stirs something in you...
Tell me: Whatโs your cockroach? ๐๐ฝ