The Pottymouth Guru (2025)

04/08/2025

💔 Grief That’s Not Done With You Yet.

You ever feel like you're holding it together and then suddenly you’re fu***ng not?

Not because anything new happened all of a sudden. But because the grief you thought was quiet suddenly decided to scream again.

Mine did.
She’s loud this week.
Because I have important mom things coming up this month. Including her 2nd birthday without her. She would have been 76.
The body keeps the score and my nervous system remembers everything I’ve had to shelve.

The world doesn’t leave room for long-haul grief. It gets ignored, minimized, or replaced with toxic optimism.
But here’s the thing nobody tells you:

💥 Grief doesn’t end when people expect it to.
💥 It ends when the body finally feels safe enough to let it go.
💥 And sometimes, it takes a long-ass time or comes and goes in unexpected ways.

I’m still grieving the loss of my mother. April was a year without her.
I’m grieving the version of my life that had her with my old son for much longer. He was only 1.5 years old when she died. He won't remember her...
And I'm grieving a reality that doesn't have her in it when I needed her most.

If you’re in it too...
If your grief came back like a freight train when you had s**t to do and people to show up for, you’re not broken and you’re not too sensitive.
You’re not falling apart.
You’re just a human being.
And you’re healing in a world that keeps asking you to be functional instead of fu***ng free to feel and release what you need in a safe, accepting environment.

Youre not alone. ❤🤟🏻🌿

**kyourself

24/05/2025

Let’s PLEASE unf**k this myth that healing always feels like a warm bubble bath. It doesn’t. Sometimes it feels like rage. Like grief. Like resistance. Like “why the F**K is this STILL a thing?”

But you’re not doing it wrong. Growth requires friction. It requires tension. Pressure. Even a little chaos.

That voice saying “this is too hard, I must be broken”? That’s not your truth. That’s your survival brain trying to bail. Don’t confuse discomfort with danger.

You are not the mess, babe. You’re the flame walking through it. ❤🤟🏻🌿

**kyourself

19/05/2025

Your nervous system can’t tell the difference between now and then when it’s in survival mode.
Old systems are gonna come online in autopilot mode.

But you can consciously become aware of wtf is going on.
You get to remind your body. Gently and with the care of the parent you never had. Repeatedly. With love and zero fu***ng judgment.

After 2.5 years of nonstop crisis and trauma, I’m in the stage of picking up the pieces and retraining mine.
I’m still rewiring my body and my thought patterns.
And on the days when I catch my system gearing up for battle, for no rational reason, I HAVE to rely on these to catch my system up to reality in the here and now.

Affirmations like this aren’t cheesy. (Even if they feel super weird at first.)
They’re nervous system CPR.
They help us pause, breathe, stay and soften.

Save this. Read it out loud. LET your body hear you when you do.
❤🤟🏻🌿

**KYOURSELF

16/05/2025

He uses a baby voice. 👶
She’s asked him to stop—especially in public.
He keeps doing it. And now she feels guilty for shutting it down.

Spoiler: it’s not about the voice.
It’s about how safe you feel to say no without the other person pouting, escalating, or flipping the guilt script.

When someone’s quirky habit starts to feel like emotional pressure wrapped in cuteness?
That’s not a communication style—it’s a nervous system mismatch.

This isn’t “harmless play.”
It’s protest behaviour.
It’s the relational equivalent of saying “love me how I want or I’ll melt down in Aisle 3.”

Because here’s the thing:
If your partner says, “This makes me uncomfortable,” and your next move is doing it again?

That’s not intimacy.
That’s boundary erosion in a baby voice.

Watch the post.
Then tell me—what’s your take?
🍼 = just a playful quirk
🧠 = protest behaviour all the way
❤️ = harmless, if both people are into it

And if this hits a little too close to home—
you’re not broken.
You’re probably just stuck in a relationship pattern where saying no has always come with consequences.

DM me “SAFE” if you’re ready to untangle that sh*t in a way that doesn’t shame you for having needs.

❤🤟🏻🌿
**kyourself

16/05/2025

This is beauty, mother fu***rs.

Pamela Anderson is not here to perform youth for people’s comfort. She’s not slathering herself in insecurity just to stay palatable. She’s not asking for anyone’s opinion on her bare face, her wrinkles, or their fu**ed up standards.

And yet… the world keeps tripping the f**k out when a woman dares to age in public, especially one who used to embody the lens that’s never satisfied. But here it is: she was never just people’s to consume.

Now she’s choosing softness. Surrender. Liberation. A sweater and no mascara. And she still looks like a fu***ng goddess because beauty isn’t youth. It’s power, truth, and the refusal to betray yourself to be liked.

Let her age. She's doing it the way she fu***ng wants.
Let yourself age. Gracefully, chaotically, freely, as you fu***ng please. ❤🤟🏻🌿

**kyourself

15/05/2025

You’ve spent years trying to prove you’re reasonable.
Palatable. Calm enough to be heard.
You’ve toned it down, second-guessed yourself, journaled through the spiral, and still walked away wondering:
“Was I too much again?”

Spoiler: You weren’t too much.
But your need for depth met their fear of feeling—classic nervous system mismatch.

This carousel is for every nervous system that’s been gaslit, dismissed, or labeled unstable just for asking to be seen.

Let it land.
Let it sting.
Let it remind you what you already know deep down.

If you’re done trying to contort yourself just to be palatable…
If your burnout has less to do with being broken and more to do with being chronically unseen...

I work with women 1:1 who are ready to feel safe in their own bodies, their own emotions, and their own boundaries.

DM me “SAFE” if you’re ready to work together.
You don’t need to be fixed.
You just need someone who gets it (and won’t hand you a fu***ng gratitude journal when your world is on fire).
❤🤟🏻🌿

**kyourself

14/05/2025

Bro. Crying is a biological function.

I tell ALL my clients (friends and family too) who struggle with tears:
If you had to p*e or take a s**t, would you hold it in indefinitely?
No the f**k you would not.
Because your body is WISE. It knows when something needs out.

Tears aren’t weakness, drama, or manipulation.
They’re discharge.
Your nervous system saying:
“Too much. Must release. Or I’ll store this s**t as tension, inflammation, or anxiety.”

Let’s get real for a sec:
Your body does not waste energy on useless s**t.
Crying wouldn’t even exist as a human function if it didn’t serve a purpose.

Biologically, tears help regulate your nervous system.
They flush cortisol. They activate the parasympathetic system.
They literally signal safety to your brain so your body can calm the f**k down.

If crying wasn’t necessary, evolution would’ve ditched it a long time ago.

We’re so quick to honour hunger, thirst, sleep.
But when we cry?
We shame it.
We silence it.
We act like we’ve failed some invisible emotional purity test.

NO.
You didn’t fu***ng fail.
You’re functioning.
You’re metabolizing pain.

Let the tears come. Let the dam break. Let your body do its fu***ng job.
Crying is holy work.
Crying is healing.
❤🤟🏻🌿

**kyourself

13/05/2025

It’s not always the conflict that burns you out.
It’s the crash after.
The shame spiral.
The crushing fatigue.
The feeling that you’re holding it all alone...again.

Let’s be real:
You can survive the blow up. The tone. The shutdown. The tension.
You’ve done it a thousand times.

But what no one talks about is the part after—
The part where your whole body crashes like it’s just been hit by a fu***ng bus.
Your brain’s foggy. Your chest is tight. You question everything.
You wonder if you were too much. Not enough. If you should’ve stayed quiet.
You’re not just tired. You’re spiritually fried.

Because conflict isn’t always about what was said.
Sometimes it’s about what was never resolved.
What was never repaired. Or at least in a way that was meaningful to you.
What you were left holding... that feels like bricks on your chest.

If your nervous system feels like it just ran a fu***ng marathon, you’re not crazy.
You just don't wanna carry all the emotional weight alone anymore.

Drop a ‘me too’ if your nervous system needs backup.
Let’s carry the fu***ng weight together.
You don’t have to hold this s**t alone anymore. ❤🤟🏻🌿

**kyourself

12/05/2025

Yeah ok, it’s technically the day after Mother’s Day, but let’s be fu***ng for real here: mothers don’t get just one fu***ng day. So this one’s for:

To the moms still in the thick of it.
To the ones just clawing their way out.
To the ones who feel broken more days than not.
To the ones who are grieving the mom they had.
To the ones grieving the mom they never had.
To the ones trying—desperately, silently, relentlessly—to become moms.
To the ones who’ve held life in their body, even if it never made it earthside.
To the ones who mother fur babies, soul friends, and chosen family.
To the ones who carry the weight of generational healing while still wiping butts, making snacks, and trying not to scream into the void.
To the ones with postpartum depression, anxiety, rage, or regret who were told to "just be grateful."
To the ones showing up when no one else fu***ng does.
To the ones who have actually found balance. (You're unicorns and we need your fairy dust please.)
To the ones who don't feel like they're enough—but are still here, still loving, still trying.

Motherhood isn't a Hallmark card. It’s blood, sweat, tears, and a s**t-ton of surrender.
You are seen. You are sacred. You are so not alone. ❤🤟🏻🌿

**kyourself

10/05/2025

Bro, you’re not lazy. You’re not unmotivated. Your brain’s just fried on cheap-ass dopamine.

Scrolls, snacks, and binge sessions might feel good for a millisecond, but that s**t isn't regulating your nervous system.
It's just hijacking it.

What you actually NEED?
Better dopamine. The kind that builds resilience instead of draining the f**k outta you.

Here’s your PMG-approved guide to REAL dopamine that heals:

1. CONNECTION:
You need real, nourishing, mutual connection, not just reacting to stories.
Do this: Call a friend and tell the truth about how you’re actually doing. Make eye contact with your child and play without multitasking. Hug someone for at least 20 seconds. Breathe as you do.
Why? Co-regulation. Oxytocin. Nervous system attunement. It's literal medicine for your nervous system.

2. SUNSHINE:
You are not a fu***ng houseplant—but you still need light.
Do this: 5–10 minutes of natural light on your face in the morning. Step outside barefoot if possible.
Bonus: Leave your phone inside. Let your senses wake up first.
Why? Sunshine regulates your circadian rhythm, boosts serotonin, and resets your mood.
(Do it even if it's cloudy.)

3. NATURE:
The woods don’t judge you. Neither does the ocean.
Do this: Sit under a tree with your back up against it. Walk a trail. Stare at the sky. Feed the birds with something healthy and appropriate.
No “hike” required—just get out of the man-made and into the living.
Why? Nature reduces cortisol, enhances vagal tone, and restores attention like a fu***ng wizard.

4. REST:
This one isn’t earned, it’s required.
Do this: Lie down with no screens. Power nap. Meditate with music. Cancel a plan. Let👏🏻 Your👏🏻 Body👏🏻 Stop👏🏻
Why? Rest lets your brain shift out of fight-or-flight. Without it, nothing sticks, not healing, not joy, not regulation.

5. MOVEMENT:
We hold our emotions in our body. If we don’t move, we don’t release.
Do this: Shake. Stretch. Dance to one ridiculous song. Go for a 10-minute walk like you're on a mission.
Why? Movement stimulates endorphins, lymphatic drainage, and trauma release. Think of it as an emotional laxative.

6. FREAKIN’ GOOD MUSIC:
The right song rewires your mood in 30 seconds.
Do this: Create a a few playlists: one for rage, one for grief, one for joy, one for pure silliness. Let your body pick.
Why? Music activates dopamine, helps with emotional regulation, and gives your inner parts language when words don’t work.

This is your reminder:
You don’t need another dopamine hit.
You need a nervous system hug.

❤🤟🏻🌿

**KYOURSELF

08/05/2025

She cried. He didn’t comfort her.
He said he “got rid of her only flaw.”
🤢🤬

This isn’t just about creepy toys.
It’s about emotional erasure.
About what happens when someone sees your pain as inconvenient—and your history as disposable. 😔

I’m a therapist—and this is your nervous system’s wake-up call.
Because love without respect is just control in a nicer outfit.

Watch the breakdown. Tag a friend who’d have lit his suitcase on fire. 🔥
Follow The Pottymouth Guru to unf**k your patterns, one breakdown at a time.
❤🤟🏻🌿

**kyourself

03/05/2025

He waited until she was gone… and threw out her childhood dolls.
Not just any dolls—heirlooms from her mother and grandmother. The last fragile threads of her story. And he tossed them like trash. No conversation. No consent.

This isn’t just “creepy.” It’s a violation.
Of grief. Of memory. Of what it means to make space for someone’s full self.

Watch Part 1 now. Part 2 (the therapist breakdown) drops soon.
Follow The Pottymouth Guru if you’re ready to call out the sh*t that masquerades as “no big deal.”
❤🤟🏻🌿

**kyourself

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