A Remedy for the Headfuckery of Inadequacy
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None of us are immune from spiralling into the headfuckery of believing in our inadequacy.
Those incessant I’m not enough thoughts that weigh down our hearts and dull our shine.
Even when we can bear witness to them, they persist.
This headfuckery of inadequacy plays out in gross and oh so subtle ways:
On the gross level, feeling disconnected from our divinity and questioning our worth.
On the subtler level, acting superior to others, gripping tight to our stories about how much better we are, like we have something to prove to the world (hello void-compensating behaviours).
We know inadequacy is of the mind, not of our Nature.
Though we still lose touch with our vibrant selves, contracting in our jaws and genitals. (It’s scientifically proven that for women, a clenched jaw is a clenched hoohaa).
Maybe the only chance we have at remedying the headfuckery, is by having a good ol’ O, just to remind ourselves how futile it is to think our way out of thinking
-coming from very recent experience of remedying my own headfuckery.
TMI?
I’m just getting started 😉