Whatsapp! Why do you call to me??

Devorah Hochstadter and I had so much fun creating this little masterpiece together.

If you’re anything like us, you’ll probably recognize yourself - and your parts - in every frame. Trying to show up as a Self-led human in the complexity of modern life, with buzzing phones and endless WhatsApp messages, is… well, exactly what it is.

Sometimes the healthiest thing we can do is breathe, smile, and laugh at the whole beautiful chaos. Maybe one day we’ll even start a support group for all of us - and our WhatsApp parts - trying to stay centered, compassionate, and connected in the middle of it all.

Enjoy the video. 💛 (lyrics below)

​Oh WhatsApp, my frenemy, my constant green glow,

You buzz and you ping, I try not to know.

Each chime awakens a thousand parts within:

The Helper, the Pleaser, the “just one quick check” twin.

There’s the Therapist Part, serene and wise,

Who yearns to reply with compassion in her eyes.

“She deserves to be met with full Self-energy!”

I decree - Then five hours pass, and… no message from me.

( REFRAIN)

Oh WhatsApp, why do you call to me?

My soul wants to be Self-led, my parts are running free.

Voicenotes demanding attention from me

My soul wants to be Self-led, and my parts won't let me be.

Clients old and clients new,

Each typing “Hi smiley" with hope so true.

I whisper, “I’ll respond when I’m fully present.”

Which, apparently, means… never... How pleasant.

The Guilty Manager pipes up, mortified and small:

“You’re becoming that person who doesn’t reply at all.”

Meanwhile, my Don’t-Judge-Me Part pleads in defense “It’s not that I don’t care - my care is just too immense!”

My Colleague Parts gather in groups 'bout twenty-eight,

Where brilliant discussions dissolve into fate.

I read every message, nodding with pride,

But never once answer - just quietly hide.

And the Family Chats! Oh, sweet digital storm -

Of recipes, memes, and emotional reform.

I scroll through pictures of cousins’ kids’ faces,

Then mute the group “for 8 hours”… (in all cases).

(REFRAIN)

Oh WhatsApp, why do you call to me?

My soul wants to be Self-led, my parts are running free.

Voicenotes demanding attention from me

My soul wants to be Self-led, and my parts won't let me be.

Around my children, another part’s rule stands firm: “No phones at the table!”

I preach and affirm. But when my screen buzzes with “URGENT CLIENT TEXT,”

My Rescuer Part gasps, “Just this one, next!”

By bedtime, my Inbox Part sits overwhelmed and sore,

With 87 unread messages, maybe more. One by one, I craft replies in my head -

Beautiful, attuned and never sent instead.

Then later that night, the Horror Part wakes,

Eyes wide, heart pounding “Oh, for goodness’ sakes!”

I never replied! They must think I don’t care!

I start crafting a text, then just stare and stare.

So to everyone waiting, clients, friends, kin,

Know it’s not rejection, it’s chaos within.

My parts are debating, and none can agree

On the best time to text you back… with Self-energy.