I thought sacred femininity meant softness, flow, beauty, being gentle and forgiving and spiritual in some sort of ethereal way. But that was before I met the kind of rage that doesn’t explode—but burns through everything fake. Not dramatic rage…not performative outrage. Just the deep kind. The one that shows up when something in you wakes up and says, “No. Not anymore.”
I live between worlds. One foot in the real—the bills, the children, the broken systems, the trauma that isn’t just mine. The other foot in something I still don’t have words for…but it’s always there….always whispering: Don’t settle. Not for less. Not for fake. Not for comfort.
Sacred rage is not about revenge….it’s about returning: to yourself, to your values, to the version of you that never asked for permission…that never waited to be validated…that knew, instinctively, that something is wrong here.
It’s not a dramatic uprising. It’s the quiet moment when you decide: I’m not going to lie to myself anymore.
I’ve been told I’m intense…that I take things too seriously…that I make people uncomfortable….i mean…maybe. But I’d rather be uncomfortable and real than polished and pretending.
I’m not here to be easy to digest. I’m here to stretch things. To speak the things people don’t want to hear. To love so hard it terrifies the ones who’ve only known conditional affection. This isn’t about being loud. It’s about being true.
Sacred rage isn’t a performance. It’s not yelling…it’s saying no when you’ve been trained to say yes. It’s leaving the room without apologizing. It’s choosing to protect your energy when guilt says you owe them one more chance.
People think the feminine is just about softness. But real feminine energy holds death and rebirth. It ends things. It creates things. It bleeds. I don’t want to be seen as light and love. I want to be seen as honest…and if that honesty burns through relationships, illusions, projections? Then maybe they weren’t supposed to stay.
I didn’t come here to be seen as good. I came here to be whole. And I’m not going to hide the parts of me that are inconvenient. Not for you. Not for anyone.
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For the ones who feel like too much. You’re not. You’re just not playing small anymore.
“Your softness means nothing if it isn’t rooted in truth.”
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