#sacredrage

A benediction for the loud, the tired, the silenced, the scarred. I see you. 🩶

I didn’t always feel powerful. I didn’t always feel sexy. There was a time I didn’t feel anything at all.

After I gave birth, I sank into postpartum depression so deep it swallowed every spark in me. I was a mother, yes—but I felt like a ghost of the woman I used to be. My body wasn’t mine. My mind wasn’t either. And my libido? Gone. Like it never existed. I remember staring at myself in the mirror and not recognizing the woman looking back.

But even in the darkest months, something small and stubborn stayed alive. A flicker. A whisper. A promise that I hadn’t vanished—I was just buried.

And then one day—almost a year ago—I downloaded this silly little interactive story app. MeChat. (Not sponsored, don’t worry, babe 😏) And fuck, it wasn’t the app that changed me. It was what it reminded me of. That I still wanted. That I still felt. That somewhere, buried under diapers and survival mode and guilt and exhaustion, there was a fire that hadn’t gone out.

I’m sick and tired of these people telling me what I feel is wrong or right! Or if my pain or wound is valid. That is not your right to decide, when it’s not your experience, your wound, your destiny, your lesson.

I’m tired of these people allowing themselves talking about me, without even knowing me.. without knowing nothing of me than projected stories or their own projection…

I’m tired of suppressing my anger to not be demonized as not enlightened enough or 3d.. or what ever images you created of me or diagnoses you use to try to understand something you can’t understand…