The Irish ‘Jesus H Christ’ Sigh

In Ireland, “Jesus H Christ” is a weather report.

You do not say it when the kettle breaks. You say it when the soul breaks.

The “H” is the alert system. Once the middle name comes out, things have tipped from “mildly annoyed” to “officially not coping.” The news is too much. The bank app is too much. The group chat is a circle of hell.

For a lot of us raised Catholic, this phrase is not about mocking Jesus. It slips out of the mouth the way a groan does when you stand up too fast. Half prayer. Half protest. Fully exhausted.

Your life force gets thin. You start scrolling in bed. You drink coffee for personality. You promise yourself a walk, then stay sitting in blue light while your nervous system quietly files for divorce.

Energy vampires thrive in that state. The needy colleague. The cursed email thread. The constant demand to be “available” and “on brand” and “up to date” while your insides feel like Tuesday in November.

This is the space SOME DOSE lives in. Our logo is the life force symbol. A small reminder that your energy is not a community resource. It is finite. It needs borders.

So we design modernised rosaries and Our Lady pieces. Devotional symbols that feel current, wearable, and a bit armored. Jewellery that turns getting dressed into a quiet ritual. Put on the beads. Touch the medal. Decide who gets access to your field today.

If you are at the stage of muttering “Jesus H Christ” at your phone before 9 a.m., you do not need to be more productive. You need better protection for your charge bar.