Your Inner CEO Just Fired Your Inner People-Pleaser

(Or: The Biological Coup Nobody Warned You About When You Started Having Standards)

So there you are, probably reading this at 2 AM wearing the same bra for the third day while stress-eating cereal straight from the box, wondering why your manifestation journal has the same energy as your gym membership: expensive, guilt-inducing, and gathering dust while you scroll through spiritual memes instead of actually doing anything that might require you to feel your own body. Plot twist: your nervous system just staged an intervention, and it’s basically somatic therapy without having to pretend you’re “doing well” to a stranger with crystals and a waiting room that smells like everyone’s unprocessed childhood. 🔮

Your fascia has been holding the minutes of every meeting where you made yourself smaller. Your pelvis stores the transcript of every time you swallowed what you actually wanted to say. And somewhere in your left hip, there’s an entire archive of moments you performed gratitude while your cells screamed betrayal.

Meet your cast of characters in this biological recko…