You’re not being dramatic, you know.
You’re not crazy.
And you’re definitely not imagining it.
Something is off. You feel it — but you don’t have language for it. Maybe it’s your hormones. Maybe it’s your nervous system. Maybe it’s that thing your therapist said that one time, or the ADHD you just got diagnosed with at 38, or those drugs you took at that festival 4 years ago, or the childhood stuff you swore you’d dealt with, or the white wine that’s become a little too necessary, or just…the current state of the world?
Could be that one thing. Could be six things meeting in the situation room without you because your calendar is booked through next summer.
Here’s what I know: you’ve worked too damn hard / read too many books / signed up for too many workshops to feel this lousy, and it fucking sucks. Oh babe, I know.
Ignoring that feeling? Girlbossing through it? Bought me 30 days in bougie rehab.
Would you believe me if I said it was the best thing that ever happened to me, and it’s not even close? Highly recommend. 10/10, no notes. And insurance covered it.
In the six years that’s followed, figuring out what the hell was wrong with me became a full time job. And let’s be real, I’m still putting in OT— but I feel ready to turn the focus off me and share what I’ve learned, as much for my own healing as for anyone who needs to hear it. As a neurodivergent Elder Millennial Eldest Daughter with developmental trauma smack in the middle of perimenopause with a bag full o’ receipts and a rebel heart, I can’t help it. I walked into the cave barefoot, alone and terrified, fully convinced I was broken – and came out the other side. And I’ve learned just enough to hold a flashlight for you.
While here, we’re on Phoenix Standard Time.
Put on your favorite lo-fi playlist, grab a snack, light a candle. Get cozy.
Let’s go girl.🔥
Phoenix Standard Time 