Your Nervous System Isn't Netflix: Stop Streaming 24/7
(Or: When Life Inflates You Like a Birthday Balloon and Your Body Finally Pulls the Plug)
Hey, you magnificent disaster. The energy rolling toward you this week? Pure nervous system detoxification. Not the bougie Instagram version where influencers pretend matcha fixes existential dread while posting from Bali with perfect lighting and zero acknowledgment that they cried in the bathroom twenty minutes ago. We’re talking raw, unfiltered, “this will factory-reset your entire operating system” transformation.
Your body has been keeping score. Every conversation you powered through when you were empty. Every yes that was actually a no wearing a people-pleasing costume. Every laugh that cost you something. Your tissues remember. Your fascia filed it all away. And now? The bill is coming due.
You know that horror movie scene where everyone’s living their best life, dancing like TikTok stars, posting stories that scream “LIVING MY TRUTH” in fonts that cost $47 on Creative Market... and then the camera slowly zooms on the main character who realizes she’s basically trapped in a Blac…
