The Adventures of Julie and Bella 2025

Today, my mind is racing with thoughts. Last night, as I was mindlessly browsing TikTok, I stumbled upon a video that completely shifted my focus. It was a family’s personal experience with Hurricane Helene. One video turned into countless, and before I knew it, I was down the rabbit hole, watching story after story of heartbreak and devastation. My heart sank as I witnessed the destruction these people faced.

I can’t begin to imagine what it must feel like to stand by helplessly as your home—everything you’ve built, all your memories and possessions—is washed away before your eyes. In some videos, entire roads disappeared in the floodwaters, leaving people stranded and isolated. The most heartbreaking were those who watched in horror as their loved ones—husbands, parents, children—were swept away, unable to do anything but hope and pray for a miracle.

It’s overwhelming to think that for many of these people, it will take weeks, months, or even years to rebuild their lives. The trauma of this disaster will linger long after the floodwaters have receded. They need help, and they need it now. These are our own people, and they are in desperate need of support.

I’ve decided to donate what I can to help these communities, but I know that they need more than just money—they need hope, strength, and the assurance that they are not forgotten.

As I think about all of this, I’m reminded of Jelly Roll’s song “I Am Not Ok.” These people are not okay, and many are barely hanging on. They’ve lost track of days, lost sleep, and many are losing hope. But with the kindness and support of others, I believe they’ll find their way back. They’ll rebuild, stronger than ever. And maybe, just maybe, everything will eventually be alright.