I’m having a mini-existential-crisis type meltdown right now, as I sit kneeling over my keyboard on my bed.
All the questions are flooding through my mind today as I grapple with my sense of self, in-between client calls.
What am I doing? Why am I doing this? Who the hell am I? Really, what am I doing!?
Nothing makes sense and I just want to cry.
Maybe I need a puppy.
Actually, nothing is wrong. And nothing has happened. And this deep feeling of sadness and confusion?
It’s all just a reaction that my mind creates to make sense of the chemical reactions occurring in my body. My mini-existential-crisis type meltdown is simply a buildup of hormones pressing to be released through the floodgates of my uterus.
Until next month.
The emotional life of being a woman…
Oh I hear you!! Your newsletter said you mildly regret publishing this – don’t darling, it’s beautiful, raw, true and honest..and we all can literally relate, right there with you honey. I love this snippet of real time emotion (and the rest of your incredible words throughout your articles) xx
haha! Thank you darling. x
Hi Vienda! Posts like this is what makes you so real and this platform so special. So even if you have a vulnerability hangover from this post just know that this kind of rawness speaks directly to our hearts. Thanks for being so real, ALWAYS. So excited for your free spirited collective to launch!
Much love from Bali,
Elsa
Thanks Elsa! Phew! I love the term ‘vulnerability hangover’ that’s exactly what it felt like: wtf did I just say to the 15,000 folk who come by to read my words each month? Thank you for showing me that I have a lot more freedom for expression than I thought. Angel! x
I love hearing from all sides of you V, we ALL have these days, my sweet friend! xo :)
To be honest, it’s such sweet relief to hear that. Sometimes I think my writing has to be insightful and useful ALL of the time. Thank you for showing me that all parts of me are accepted and encouraged. x