You’re Not Broken. You’re in Survival Mode.

Hey Boo!

I just want you to know-

You’re not dramatic. You’re not “too much.” You’re not overreacting.

You’re in survival mode. And survival mode is hectic and loud.

It scans for danger, anticipates rejection, and prepares for disappointment before it happens. Survival mode can cause you to replay conversations over and over in your head and read between lines that may not even exist.

But it’s not because you’re messed up or broken. It’s because you experienced a shock to your nervous system and you’ve had to adapt. At some point in your life, being hyper-aware kept you safe. Overthinking protected you from danger and potential threats. Bracing for impact softened the blow and expecting less kept you from being disappointed when the person inevitably failed you. Your past experiences sent this message to your nervous system: “If I stay prepared, I stay protected.”

That makes complete sense- creating a survival strategy to be okay and minimize the risk of further danger. But the important thing to remember about survival strategies is that they don’t automatically turn off once the danger is gone. Your body doesn’t always know that you’re safe now, your mind doesn’t realize you’re no longer in that same toxic environment, and so it runs those old programs in new situations.

Running Old Programs in New Situations May Look Like:

Questioning Your Worth

Feeling Guilty For Resting

Feeling Like You Aren’t Doing Enough

Putting Too Much Pressure on Yourself

Wondering Why You Weren’t Chosen

Bracing in Relationships That Haven’t Actually Harmed You

It feels real because your body believes it is. But survival mode and present reality are not always the same thing.

And this is where self-trust begins. Don’t shame yourself for overthinking, there’s no need to force or feign positivity, and you don’t have to pretend not to be triggered when you are.

Just pause and gently ask yourself:

“Is this current, or is this familiar?”

Familiar feels urgent and is rooted in anxiety. Current is grounded in fact.

When you begin to notice the difference, you stop fighting yourself. You stop labeling yourself as ‘too sensitive’ or ‘too much’. You begin trusting your intuition and yourself and you realize that you’re not broken. You’re healing and coming back together just fine. You just needed to rebuild your self-trust.

Self-trust is built in small increments.

When you choose not to spiral or “crash out”

When you regulate instead of react

When you allow calm without searching for what’s wrong

When you rest without guilt

-And no, it’s not laziness. It’s nervous system healing.

The goal isn’t to become someone who never feels fear. The goal is to become someone who can feel fear and still choose from a place of clarity. From steadiness. From self-trust.

You don’t need to fix yourself. You need safety.

And safety begins inside.

How to Start Feeling Safe Again In Your Own Mind

Hey Boo!

From personal experience I know that after experiencing trauma and long periods of anxiety, your mind can start to feel like an unsafe place. Like the last place you want to be. Instead of peace, there’s tension. Instead of calm, there’s chaos. You might even avoid quiet moments because that’s when your thoughts scream the loudest.

If you’ve ever felt unsafe in your own mind- you’re not alone. And you’re not broken.

Healing takes time, but it is absolutely possible to build a sense of safety within yourself again. Here are a few ways to begin that journey:

Speak to Yourself Like Someone You Love

When anxiety or fear take over, your inner voice might become harsh or critical. You may find yourself saying things like “Why am I like this?” or “I should be over this by now.”

But what if you responded like you would to a scared child or a hurting friend?

Try this:

“It’s okay to feel scared right now. You are allowed to take up space. You are allowed to feel.”

Compassion softens fear. The more you speak gently to yourself, the safer you begin to feel.

Create Anchor Rituals that Ground You

When your thoughts feel scattered or overwhelming, grounding yourself in small, familiar actions can signal safety to your nervous system.

A few simple anchor rituals:

Drinking warm tea while holding the mug with both hands

Saying a calming affirmation in the mirror: “I am safe in this moment.”

Pressing your feet into the floor and naming three things you see, hear, and feel.

These rituals bring you back to now, where your power is.

Reclaim Control with Gentle Boundaries

Feeling unsafe in your mind is often tied to a deeper feeling of powerlessness. That’s why setting boundaries-even with yourself- can feel empowering.

Examples:

Limiting time around people who drain or invalidate you

Saying “no” to conversations or content that re-trigger you

Creating tech-free quiet hours for mental peace

Every boundary is a message to your brain: You matter. Your peace matters.

Let Your Emotions Move (Don’t Bottle Them Up)

Anxiety and trauma thrive in silence. The more you try to push feelings away, the more trapped you may feel.

Instead, try this:

Cry

Journal

Scribble

Talk to a safe person

Dance to a song that understands you

Letting your emotions move through you keeps them from getting stuck inside you.

Rewire Safety Through Repetition

Healing your mind is like re-teaching it how to trust again. And that takes consistency. Try ending each day with:

A calming ritual (like dimming the lights and doing deep breathing)

A short phrase: “I made it through today. That’s enough.”

Noticing even one moment you felt peace, safety, or softness- even if it was tiny.

Safety doesn’t always come back with a bang. Sometimes, it returns in whispers.

If you’re struggling to feel safe in your own mind, please know this: You are not weak. You are healing from something that shook your core- and that kind of healing takes courage. Keep showing up for yourself. Keep creating little safe spaces within. Over time, those safe spaces become home.

You deserve to feel safe. You always have.

Until next time Boo, keep Glowing…

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You Made Me Who I am Today, But if I Never Saw You Again it Would be Too Soon.

Hey Boo!

For this week’s blog, I thought I’d do something different. A week or so ago, I saw a post from a content creator expressing love and gratitude to the person who helped them elevate to their current level of being. It brought me joy to see the post, but it also caused me to reflect on the person who made me who I am today and that’s not quite as joyful a story. I want to share some of my story with you in the form of a letter. Here goes:

Dear “Deion”,

A lot has happened since we last spoke. It’s been over two years since we’ve had any communication at all, and I know that’s not what you wanted, but it’s what I needed. I blocked you on social media, changed my number and stopped responding to your e-mails because it was clear that you were still unwilling to claim any responsibility for the way our marriage fell apart. My jaw hit the floor when I read your line about how ‘if anyone was afraid, it should be you’. I was amazed and appalled, especially since it was me who was threatened with a steel pipe and chased away from my home on foot.

I won’t mince words- our marriage was a complete disaster. From the very beginning you weren’t honest about who you were. You lied about your age, how many children you had, and your criminal history just to name a few things. The thing about that is if you were honest from the beginning, I may have still given you a chance. I thought you were a decent guy and my heart went out to you as you talked about the women in your past and how they’d done you wrong. I had experienced similar hurt and betrayal and just wanted someone I could love freely who would reciprocate. I thought that I’d found that in you. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

You looked me in my eyes as I shared my pain, vulnerabilities, and fears and you vowed to be different. And I guess you didn’t lie because you were different. You turned out to be much worse than anything I’d encountered before.

The first few months were blissful. You were caring, thoughtful, and attentive. You looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen in your life. You told me that you’d never met a woman like me, and you appreciated all of the things that I did for you out of love. You said you loved everything about me- how I dressed and presented myself, my intelligence and personality, even my goals and aspirations. I had written and self-published a book and you had offered to help me promote it on social media. I was so happy to be your wife. I would’ve went to the ends of the earth for you because I loved you. And you loved me too, right?

Wrong.

After the first few months, I never saw the man I married again. Your representative had disappeared, and I was left with something that you had actually never shared with me, your true self. You started complaining about the very things you claimed to love and understand. We began to fight a lot and I made changes to keep the peace. You didn’t want me working, so I quit. You felt like social media was causing problems in our marriage, so I disconnected. I changed how I dressed so that you wouldn’t think I was ‘trying to look good for someone else’. Essentially, I tried to become everything you wanted me to be. But even that wasn’t enough. Every time I met your expectations, you created new ones for me to meet. As I put in more effort, you put in even less. The fighting increased and intensified to the point of exhaustion. Sometimes things got physical, and let’s not forget the night you could’ve ended both of our lives.

It may seem like I’m trying to dump all of the blame on you, but I’m not. Although youdid a lot of very hurtful things to me, it was I who allowed them. I take responsibility for my lack of self-esteem, poor boundaries, and codependency. I acknowledge that there were red flags that I ignored because I was already so convinced that you were the one. I made excuses for you and dismissed things that I shouldn’t have.

During the course of our marriage, I gained over 60 pounds, struggled with bouts of depression and ptsd, and experienced multiple lupus flares due to stress. I was stifled, isolated, and miserable.

Outside of the passing of my parents, our marriage was one of the most painful experiences of my life. I’d never felt so broken, so worthless, so low. But it was also one of the most impactful. Because when you hit rock bottom, there’s nowhere to go but UP. And that’s what I did. From the trauma and pain I was able to heal and rise like a phoenix from the ashes.

And in some way, I have you to thank for that. The truth is, you helped make me the person I am today but if I never saw you again it would be too soon. I don’t wish you any harm and I truly hope that you are able to heal from your wounds and find peace. Because that’s what I was able to do and it’s absolutely blissful. Not perfect but blissful.

Goodbye “Deion”, and good luck.

Well, that’s all I have for this week beautiful souls. Until next time, keep Glowing…