03/14/2026
A friend and I were talking recently, and she made some offhand comment about women being “crazy.” You know the kind - it’s everywhere in this culture. And I just stopped and said, “What if women aren’t actually crazy? What if we’re just not honored for who we really are inside this culture, and then we get labeled as totally fu***ng crazy for not being able to contort ourselves into something we’re not?”
That’s something I’ve been feeling really deeply lately. So many women I know are not actually “too emotional” or “too sensitive” or “too much.” They’re just trying to operate in a world that treats their natural rhythms, needs, and ways of knowing as wrong or inconvenient. We live in a culture that celebrates the grind: wake up at dawn, crush a workout on an empty stomach, go hard all day, push through exhaustion, override every signal your body gives you. And then we wonder why so many women feel dysregulated, depleted, and like they’re somehow failing at life.
What if we’re not failing? What if our bodies are just telling the truth? I’m noticing more and more that I can’t live the way the culture says I “should,” and honestly, I don’t want to. I don’t want to run on testosterone and cortisol all day. I want to honor my temple as a woman. I want to live in a way that makes sense for my nervous system, my hormones, my heart. That means slower mornings, more rest, more depth, more honesty about what I can and can’t do in a day.
So when women come to me and say, “I feel like I don’t have capacity,” I don’t see that as a problem to fix. I see it as a sign of wisdom. You have capacity for depth, for being with what’s real, for leading and loving from a place that isn’t built on adrenal burnout. That’s a very different kind of capacity than what our culture is obsessed with. And I think the more we honor that, the less “crazy” we’ll feel, and the more sane our lives will actually become.
