What happens to a woman when she cannot act in accord with her being? When her life force—her emotions, intensity, sexual energy—is pathologized, managed, and medicated?
She becomes clogged.
Like coral reefs suffocating under toxins, her being congests with unexpressed power. What should flow freely builds inside her until it erupts as frustration, anxiety, depression, rage. And at the breaking point, the world says: There is something wrong with you.
I have watched this happen. A woman feels consumed by something she cannot name. Her emotions are too big, her instincts unbearable. She doesn’t yet know this isn’t dysfunction, but pressure—energy that has been forced down too long.
She is swollen with untapped power. And she’s told her pain is evidence of fragility, rather than proof of power without outlet.
She is given a diagnosis, a path, a prescription. She learns the language of her condition, and it becomes entrenched. Because it was never trauma. It was her.
The trauma industry has no interest in women who don’t need fixing. If a woman wakes up and knows nothing is wrong with her, entire economies collapse. She exits the system. So the system does everything to keep her inside.
The women labeled as crazy, hysterical, unstable—are often the most alive. The most powerful. Their bodies refuse to submit to numbness. And that’s why they must be corrected—convinced their power is pathology.
What if her symptoms were never the problem? What if the problem was the narrow aperture through which she was allowed to exist?
You are not fragile. Not broken. Not in need of management.
You are a force of nature. And life was never meant to be contained.
Read my newest book: The Erotic View on Trauma