Your Gut Brain Is Running a Meth Lab of Joy (And You Keep Buying From Dealers Named Meadow Instead)
(For Everyone Who's Bought 37 Courses But Still Doesn't Trust Their Own Knowing
Listen up. While you’ve been doom-scrolling manifestation TikToks at 2am, there’s a feral intelligence in your belly button running an underground happiness cartel, and it’s PISSED that you keep buying courses from white women named Meadow instead of checking your internal DMs.
Your gut contains a second brain. 500 million neurons wrapped around your intestines like a lover who refuses to let go, holding every truth your mind has been too busy to hear. This knowing predates your personality. It was fluent in joy before you learned to perform happiness for approval.
Breaking Bad: The Somatic Edition. Picture this: Walter White, but make it nervous system. Your body isn’t just where you store tension while dissociating; it’s a goddamn alchemical meth lab where you’re supposed to be cooking pure, uncut joy. But instead, you’re out here microwaving yesterday’s trauma and wondering why it still tastes like the same anxiety you’ve been reheating for a decade.
Your belly remembers what your bra…
