
07/07/2025
Anyone else in this blissful phase of life where you genuinely don’t know if you’ve got an autoimmune condition, if you’re stuck in survival mode, or if it’s just perimenopause being a petty b!%?
Is it MCAS, POTS, or Fibromyalgia?
Is it your kid yelling “MOM” for the 97th time today?
Is it your fried nervous system screaming “please stop overfunctioning” while you pour your 4th coffee?
Is it the fact that you’re in your 40s and your body temp now changes every 3 minutes like a broken thermostat?
Can’t drink wine anymore, but you’d sell your soul for a nap.
Wake up soaked through your PJs, then lie awake Googling if it’s your hormones, your trauma, or the gluten you ate in 2011.
Here’s the fun part:
It’s probably all of it.
Your body is wise enough to say “Hey, you can’t push like you used to.”
Your nervous system is cooked enough to say “Hey, could you maybe stop rescuing everyone else?”
And your hormones? They’re here for the chaos, not the calm.
You don’t need a fix.
You need capacity.
You need rest.
You need rage.
You need the audacity to say “no” to everything that doesn’t nourish you - because your body sure as hell will if you don’t.
Here’s to the sweat, the rage, the boundaries, and the nervous system that still wants you alive, not just surviving.
🔥🖤 Who’s in this phase too?
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