Under Our Umbrella

24/03/2026

You’re not tired… you’re overstimulated.
Before you scroll past — this matters more than you think.

We’re not just “checking our phones”…
We’re absorbing hundreds of emotions, opinions, comparisons, and noise — all in minutes.

And your nervous system?
It doesn’t know the difference between your life and what you’re consuming.

That’s why you feel:
• drained for no clear reason
• anxious after “just a quick scroll”
• disconnected from yourself

This is your reminder —
you don’t need to keep consuming to feel connected.
You need space to come back to yourself.

Digital breaks aren’t about quitting social media…
They’re about protecting your peace.
Even 10 minutes off your screen can: ☂️ calm your mind
🌱 reset your emotions
☂️ bring you back into the present
🌱 help you hear your own thoughts again

You deserve a mind that isn’t constantly “on.”

If this hit — take the break. Right now.
Even if it’s just for a moment.

Save this for when the scroll starts to feel heavy.
And if someone came to mind… share it with them 💜

~ Mel ~ U.O.U - Where help meets humanity ☂️🌱

315.3K likes, 136.1K comments. “balancing your online and offline life? LEVANTI got you covered 📲”

24/03/2026

Digital breaks from scrolling your social media platforms is important. Especially, with reels.

Please remember to take your digital break. Follow this link to TT for more ways to take a break from scrolling.

~ Mel ~ U.O.U - Where help meets humanity ☂️🌱

236.9K likes, 122.4K comments. “Pause. Breathe. Refocus.”

24/03/2026

For the longest time, I was just surviving my life.
Not living… not thriving… just getting through it.
Every day felt like a storm I had to brace for.
A constant mix of chaos, pain and the occasional flicker of joy that never seemed to last.
And after a while…
I stopped expecting anything more.
I stopped living and settled for making it through the day.
And that kind of existence?
It will drain the life right out of you.
There’s not much light in that kind of darkness.
And I felt stuck there… longer than I ever should have been.
But even in the worst of it…
I never stopped searching.
I kept lifting my head, looking for something… anything… that resembled light.
I knew it had to be there.
I just kept getting knocked down before I could reach it.
Life had a way of throwing everything at me all at once.
And still…
I knew one thing for certain.
I had to grow.
I had to change.
I had to become something stronger than the chaos trying to consume me.
So I did.
One step at a time.
One breath at a time.
One broken moment at a time.
I started climbing out.
It wasn’t graceful.
It wasn’t easy.
And most days, I had no idea where I was going.
But I kept moving anyway.
Because it was never about being perfect.
It was about refusing to stay where I was.
I had been there long enough.
That wasn’t my ending.
So I followed my heart… even when it was tired.
I poured passion back into a soul that had almost given up.
And I faced the same mountains that once buried me…
This time, I climbed them.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Relentlessly.
And piece by piece…
I pulled myself out of the darkness.
I started to feel again.
See again.
Breathe again.
I’m not at the finish line.
Not even close.
But I’m not that person anymore…
The one who didn’t know how to stand back up.
That version of me built this one.
The scars… the failures… the long nights…
They didn’t break me.
They forged me.
Now when I look in the mirror…
I don’t see defeat.
I see strength.
I see fire.
I see a woman who refuses to stay down.
And every day, I remind myself…
I can do this.
I am worth it.
And I’m not stopping.
Not now.
Not ever.
Because I’ve always been this…
I just had to fight to become it.
A warrior.
Through and through.

Credit to The Ravenwolf.

~ Mel ~ U.O.U - Where help meets humanity ☂️🌱

For the longest time, I was just surviving my life.
Not living… not thriving… just getting through it.
Every day felt like a storm I had to brace for.
A constant mix of chaos, pain and the occasional flicker of joy that never seemed to last.
And after a while…
I stopped expecting anything more.
I stopped living and settled for making it through the day.
And that kind of existence?
It will drain the life right out of you.
There’s not much light in that kind of darkness.
And I felt stuck there… longer than I ever should have been.
But even in the worst of it…
I never stopped searching.
I kept lifting my head, looking for something… anything… that resembled light.
I knew it had to be there.
I just kept getting knocked down before I could reach it.
Life had a way of throwing everything at me all at once.
And still…
I knew one thing for certain.
I had to grow.
I had to change.
I had to become something stronger than the chaos trying to consume me.
So I did.
One step at a time.
One breath at a time.
One broken moment at a time.
I started climbing out.
It wasn’t graceful.
It wasn’t easy.
And most days, I had no idea where I was going.
But I kept moving anyway.
Because it was never about being perfect.
It was about refusing to stay where I was.
I had been there long enough.
That wasn’t my ending.
So I followed my heart… even when it was tired.
I poured passion back into a soul that had almost given up.
And I faced the same mountains that once buried me…
This time, I climbed them.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Relentlessly.
And piece by piece…
I pulled myself out of the darkness.
I started to feel again.
See again.
Breathe again.
I’m not at the finish line.
Not even close.
But I’m not that person anymore…
The one who didn’t know how to stand back up.
That version of me built this one.
The scars… the failures… the long nights…
They didn’t break me.
They forged me.
Now when I look in the mirror…
I don’t see defeat.
I see strength.
I see fire.
I see a woman who refuses to stay down.
And every day, I remind myself…
I can do this.
I am worth it.
And I’m not stopping.
Not now.
Not ever.
Because I’ve always been this…
I just had to fight to become it.
A warrior.
Through and through.

24/03/2026

Under Our Umbrella acknowledges Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples as the traditional owners of country throughout Australia, and their continuing connection to land, sea and community. We pay our respects to them and their cultures, and to elders both past and present.

24/03/2026

It really is OK to not be OK. Speak your truth like this lovely soul and give yourself some time to do what helps you smile again.

At Under Our Umbrella, we really feel that we want to support men's mental health more. By sharing, we are showing we care and that it is brave to speak up.

This is a very important topic that carries a lot of judgement.

Join us in showing everyone that they matter by giving this a share/like/follow and, please head over to this page for more support.

~ Mel ~ U.O.U - Where help meets humanity ☂️ 🌱

Full honesty, I’m not okay today. I’m going to be okay, but this morning I am not okay. Everything feels heavy. I’m overwhelmed, I’m anxious, and it feels like the weight of the world is pressing down on me all at once. I know I’ll get through it. I always do. But today feels especially lonely.

There are a lot of expectations that come with being who I am and doing what I do. Creator, producer, videographer, storyteller, planner, public speaker, author in progress, advocate. Sometimes the weight of all of that hits me at once. I feel the burden of the messages people send me telling me that my content has helped them, and that means more to me than I know how to say. But there are also days when that feels like a lot to carry. Days when I’m scared I will disappoint people. Days when I worry I will not have enough left in me to give.

Lately I have been talking a lot about identity. About deconstructing my faith. About losing weight. About the strange grief of no longer fully fitting in the plus size community that was once such a big part of my life. About purpose. About change. About trying to understand who I am in this season of my life. And on top of all of that, the world itself feels loud and heavy and full of grief.

So this is just me telling the truth. I’m not okay today. But I am going to be okay. There is a difference. Sometimes strength looks less like having it all together and more like telling the truth about where you are. Sometimes courage is just naming the heaviness and letting yourself feel it. I’m not okay today, and that is okay. I’m going to be okay, because it is okay to not be okay.

24/03/2026

Congratulations 👏🏼🎉 Mel Robbins very well deserved.

Also, check out her book called "Let Them" - you will not be disappointed. You can find it via visiting this link to Mel's page.

Have a great day/evening.

~ Mel ~ U.O.U - Where help meets humanity ☂️🌱

23/03/2026

Share this poem to a friend who may need to hear this today.

There are days…

There are days I cry,
and days I help.

Days I’m just in a daze,
moving through moments I barely even felt.

Days I can’t handle,
days I can’t bear,
days I’m holding it all in—
but there’s nothing left there.

Days I break,
and days I repair,
patching up pieces
no one else knows are there.

Days I show up smiling,
like everything’s fine,
while quietly fighting
battles that aren’t seen in the light.

And through all of it—the weight, the ache, the silent despair…

Nothing prepares you
for losing someone
who is still there.

~ Mel ~ U.O.U - Where help meets humanity ☂️🌱

23/03/2026

Share this poem to a friend who may need to hear this today.

There are days…

There are days I cry,
and days I help.

Days I’m just in a daze,
moving through moments I barely even felt.

Days I can’t handle,
days I can’t bear,
days I’m holding it all in—
but there’s nothing left there.

Days I break,
and days I repair,
patching up pieces
no one else knows are there.

Days I show up smiling,
like everything’s fine,
while quietly fighting
battles that aren’t seen in the light.

And through all of it—the weight, the ache, the silent despair…

Nothing prepares you
for losing someone
who is still there.

~ Mel ~ U.O.U - Where help meets humanity ☂️🌱