Let It Finish

We were the “stop it” generation.

Stop crying.

Stop fidgeting.

Stop making a scene.

We learned to hold it in our breath, our anger, our truth because composure looked like competence, and silence looked like safety.

But our bodies never forgot.

Now, decades later, the old instructions start to crack. We shake after hard conversations. We sigh in the grocery store aisle.

We cry during commercials and call it “hormonal.”

But what if it’s not weakness?

What if it’s completion your nervous system finally finishing what childhood and capitalism never let it?

Every tremor, yawn, or tear is your body discharging the energy it once had to trap. You’re not falling apart. You’re integrating.

This is what unmasking feels like in real time:

less composure, more truth;

less “get it together,” more let it move through.

Healing isn’t calm.

It’s alive.

It shakes, sighs, sobs, and then exhales.

Let it finish.

When was the first time you were told to hold it together?

What did your body want to do instead and what would completion look like now?