When Your Inner Volcano Finally Gets Clearance to Erupt
Or: Why Your Body Just Requisitioned a Demolition Permit and Your Nervous System Is Asking If You've Updated Your Will
Your fascia has been holding a referendum on your entire existence for approximately seventeen years, and the results just came in: unanimous vote for structural overhaul. The demolition crew didnât send a courtesy email. They showed up with dynamite and a playlist of songs you used to cry to in 2019.
Your bones already know whatâs coming. Theyâve been rehearsing this uprising in your sleep, practicing the architecture of someone who no longer apologizes for taking up space.
You know that voice in your head thatâs been whispering âthis isnât workingâ since roughly the second Obama administration? Well, it just requisitioned a megaphone, a construction permit, and a very detailed PowerPoint presentation about everything youâve been pretending is fine. Spoiler: itâs not fine. Your vagus nerve has the receipts.
Weâre talking about a period of your suppressed power going full Mount Vesuvius on everything fake in your life. Your protective mechanisms? Theyâre like wearing emotional Kevlar whiâŠ
