The Whisper That Turned Into a Wake-Up Call

Before the breakdown.
Before the decision.
Before the words ever left my mouth.

My body knew.

The tension in my chest every time I opened my laptop, already dreading the day.
The tightness in my jaw after every ‘i'm okay’ I didn’t mean.
The way my stomach dropped when I walked into that room, that call, that life.

I called it stress.
I called it “just a lot going on.”
I called it everything but what it was:

Truth.

Unspoken.
Undeniable.
Living in my bones before I had the language to explain it.

Because the body - she doesn’t gaslight.

She doesn’t weigh the pros and cons or rewrite red flags into romantic gestures.
She whispers.
She nudges.
She contracts before she ever betrays.

But I ignored her.
Again.

Because the mind is louder.
Because logic feels safer.
Because choosing what makes sense over what feels good is still the default sometimes.

And yet,
She waited.
She didn’t punish me.
She just kept speaking.

Through the fatigue.
The irritability.
The ache that couldn’t be stretched away.

Until I finally listened.
And when I did…
The clarity was instant.

OFH doesn’t start in your planner.
It starts in your pelvis.
In your nervous system.
In the sacred yes or f*ck no that your body is always offering.

This life?
It’s body-led now.

Not because I mastered it
but because ignoring her hurts too much.

You don’t need more time.
You don’t need more signs.

You need to feel what your body has already decided.

She knows.
She always did.

Love,
M x