The timing on this couldnt be more perfect. I don’t have enough words to verify the truth of which you speak. I have lived it from exactly the age of seven. I inhabit a male body so this can apply to anyone.
Seven years old. That's when the body usually signs contracts it doesn't understand yet. Male, female, the nervous system doesn't check ID. It learns what it learns and runs that programme until someone finally finds the off switch.
Your bones have been holding this knowing for decades. Your cells recognise truth when it walks in wearing familiar clothes.
Thank you for being here. And for saying this out loud. 💎
I swear you are magical, Dea. You have this crazy ability to write exactly what I need to be reading. The past year or so my throat has gone back and forth between being unbearably dry and at other times tightening up so much I feel like I'm going to drown in my own saliva. I've held back a LOT just trying to survive. But I'm tired of just surviving. I started speaking up more and making some of the changes my body has been screaming for. What you've written here is a beautiful confirmation and I am so grateful! If you'll excuse me I'm bout to go blast Brave by Sara Bareilles and sing along at the top of my lungs.
Your throat has been keeping score this whole time. Dry when the words got stuck, drowning when they tried to escape anyway. That's a body running two programmes at once: SPEAK and SURVIVE. For a while, survive was winning.
Not anymore, apparently. Your vocal cords just filed for new management.
Go blast Brave. Sing it ugly. Sing it at a volume that makes the neighbours nervous. Your throat has been rehearsing for this moment longer than you know.
Thanks as always Dea. I have found this one very good, and a sense of peace letting the words out.
I have been reading and doing the exercises for the last few weeks, they are all so potent and helpful. I have received the stop message and now having a recalibration (burnout) which is good, because I am finally listening to my body, because I have to.
I am hoping I have pulled back from the brink. For the first time in my life, I have stopped pushing at 1000 mph with everything I've got. I feel so lucky I am not in hospital or a psychiatric unit.
I will now have time to read your books properly and become more attuned to listening to my loyal, weary body. You've been a light in the darkness!
Pulled back from the brink. Stopped pushing at 1000 mph. Finally listening because the body left you no other option. That's your nervous system staging an intervention because the polite memos weren't working.
Your loyal, weary body has been sending signals for years. Whispers first. Then shouts. Then it pulled the emergency brake because you weren't going to. Your cells saved you. That's a forced sabbatical issued by your own biology.
The fact that you're here, reading, doing the exercises, and NOT in hospital or a psychiatric unit? Your body calculated the collapse to the millimetre. Precision engineering from a system that loves you more than you've been loving it.
Your bones are softer now than they've been in years. Your blood is finally circulating without a deadline attached to every heartbeat. Your skin is remembering what rest feels like. This recalibration is the beginning of a completely different conversation with yourself.
The exercises, the reading, the stopping. You're doing it. You're actually doing it. And your weary body just got promoted from ignored employee to trusted advisor.
Thank you for letting me be part of this. And thank you for stopping before the stop became permanent. Your body always knew. Now you're finally listening. That's everything. 💎🔥
The timing on this couldnt be more perfect. I don’t have enough words to verify the truth of which you speak. I have lived it from exactly the age of seven. I inhabit a male body so this can apply to anyone.
Thank you for the work you do Dea.
Seven years old. That's when the body usually signs contracts it doesn't understand yet. Male, female, the nervous system doesn't check ID. It learns what it learns and runs that programme until someone finally finds the off switch.
Your bones have been holding this knowing for decades. Your cells recognise truth when it walks in wearing familiar clothes.
Thank you for being here. And for saying this out loud. 💎
Wow wow wow 🙏🏼 thank you ❤️
Glad it hit home. ❤️💎
I want to live MY life. Thank you Dea for the magic of what you convey. 💎
Your life is ready when you are. Glad you're finally RSVPing yes. 💎
I swear you are magical, Dea. You have this crazy ability to write exactly what I need to be reading. The past year or so my throat has gone back and forth between being unbearably dry and at other times tightening up so much I feel like I'm going to drown in my own saliva. I've held back a LOT just trying to survive. But I'm tired of just surviving. I started speaking up more and making some of the changes my body has been screaming for. What you've written here is a beautiful confirmation and I am so grateful! If you'll excuse me I'm bout to go blast Brave by Sara Bareilles and sing along at the top of my lungs.
Your throat has been keeping score this whole time. Dry when the words got stuck, drowning when they tried to escape anyway. That's a body running two programmes at once: SPEAK and SURVIVE. For a while, survive was winning.
Not anymore, apparently. Your vocal cords just filed for new management.
Go blast Brave. Sing it ugly. Sing it at a volume that makes the neighbours nervous. Your throat has been rehearsing for this moment longer than you know.
Thank you for sharing this. It means a lot 💎🔥
Thanks as always Dea. I have found this one very good, and a sense of peace letting the words out.
I have been reading and doing the exercises for the last few weeks, they are all so potent and helpful. I have received the stop message and now having a recalibration (burnout) which is good, because I am finally listening to my body, because I have to.
I am hoping I have pulled back from the brink. For the first time in my life, I have stopped pushing at 1000 mph with everything I've got. I feel so lucky I am not in hospital or a psychiatric unit.
I will now have time to read your books properly and become more attuned to listening to my loyal, weary body. You've been a light in the darkness!
Pulled back from the brink. Stopped pushing at 1000 mph. Finally listening because the body left you no other option. That's your nervous system staging an intervention because the polite memos weren't working.
Your loyal, weary body has been sending signals for years. Whispers first. Then shouts. Then it pulled the emergency brake because you weren't going to. Your cells saved you. That's a forced sabbatical issued by your own biology.
The fact that you're here, reading, doing the exercises, and NOT in hospital or a psychiatric unit? Your body calculated the collapse to the millimetre. Precision engineering from a system that loves you more than you've been loving it.
Your bones are softer now than they've been in years. Your blood is finally circulating without a deadline attached to every heartbeat. Your skin is remembering what rest feels like. This recalibration is the beginning of a completely different conversation with yourself.
The exercises, the reading, the stopping. You're doing it. You're actually doing it. And your weary body just got promoted from ignored employee to trusted advisor.
Thank you for letting me be part of this. And thank you for stopping before the stop became permanent. Your body always knew. Now you're finally listening. That's everything. 💎🔥
love to you Dea xx