soma soul mate print

soma = (so)ul (ma)te read it again. what if the “one” isn’t the person who sends you "gm" texts but the pulse that stayed when you wanted to die? you ever look in the mirror and realize your microbiome has more impact on your mental health than that ex who couldn’t commit to anything but confusion? you ever wake up and stop outsourcing your peace to someone else’s emotional availability? you ever get turned on by the feeling of being hormonally harmonious? you ever realize the real heartbreak was the day you started trusting someone else’s gaze more than your own gut? we don’t talk enough about the eroticism of eating enough protein to stabilize your mood swings. or the aphrodisiac of drinking electrolytes in the sunlight before slamming your adrenals with caffeine. listen. the best sex of your life starts with nervous system regulation. and foreplay looks like: a nap at noon. magnesium before bed. chewing your breakfast. a breath so deep it makes your trauma feel seen. show me your cortisol curves, i’ll show you your capacity for commitment. don’t tell me about your twin flame if you still treat your body like a matchstick. burning it for someone who never even brings you water. stop cheating on yourself with every person who gives you affection in exchange for self-abandonment. stop. using people as a distraction from the conversation your body has been begging to have. stop scrolling for someone to save you. eat your meals. go for a walk. moan at the feeling of being so deeply regulated, you no longer need to be rescued. because there’s no greater love story than meeting the “forever and always” you thought you had to find and realizing she's been holding your soul all along.