Unblock Your Glow: The Art of Reclaiming Your Chakra
How to Stop Letting People Drain You and Start Letting Your Inner Light Shine
Reclaiming My Orange Chakra: A Journey to Healing, Empowerment, and Not Letting Anyone Drain the Life Out of Me
So, here’s the deal. For years, I put myself on the back burner. And not just a quick simmer either. I left myself on low heat for way too long, until my soul was like, “Hey, are we cooking or just slowly disintegrating here?” Spoiler alert: It almost broke me—and my family. But now, after a ton of introspection (and more than a few breakdowns), I’m ready to reclaim that beautiful glow. And by “beautiful glow,” I mean that radiance that only comes when you’ve stopped emotionally laboring for everyone else.
You see, I was like the human version of a sponge, soaking up everyone’s emotions, whether I wanted to or not. People would come to me with their problems, and I’d be like, “Oh yeah, come on in, let’s talk about your issues until 3 a.m. while I forget I even have a single one of my own.” And you know what? My sacral chakra (the orange one, for those who are as spiritually lost as I used to be) got the memo. It shut down. Big time.
Sacral Chakra, Meet Trauma. Trauma, Meet the Sacral Chakra.
The sacral chakra is the energy center that governs our creativity, emotions, and personal power. And guess what? It’s located just below your belly button. If you're like me, that’s about the point where you feel all your gut feelings (including that weird knot after a conversation with a toxic friend). When this chakra is blocked, it’s like trying to run a marathon with cement shoes. You might experience symptoms like digestive issues (hey, me!), mood swings, a lack of creativity, or feeling emotionally distant. I’ve had digestive problems for years—years. You’d think I’d get the hint that all my suppressed emotions were wreaking havoc on my gut health. But nope. Denial is a hell of a drug.
And that, my friends, was my life for way too long. I gave everyone else a seat at the table while I sat at the kids' table in my own life.
The Shift: Unleashing My Creative Power (aka Writing Like a Madwoman)
But then, something shifted. The universe—bless its chaotic little soul—gave me a cosmic nudge to get back to the things that make me feel alive. For me, that’s writing. It’s like my personal therapy session without the awkward silence and the $150 bill.
Writing is my release. My journal is like my emotional pressure valve. It lets all the pent-up stress, trauma, and existential dread out of my system before I explode like a pressure cooker. I wish I’d done this sooner, but you know what? I wouldn’t have learned nearly as much about myself. Sometimes, you gotta hit rock bottom before you realize that you’re the one holding the shovel.
The act of writing has been soothing and energizing—yes, both at once, like a hot cup of coffee and a bubble bath. It’s the perfect combo. It’s like finding a hidden compartment in your soul that you didn’t know existed, and boom, there’s your true power, just waiting to be unleashed. I’m finally allowing myself to feel things without feeling like I have to shut down emotionally because everyone else can’t keep it together.
Yoga: Stretching My Body AND My Emotional Capacity
Now, let’s talk about yoga. Yes, I’m one of those people who’s rediscovered yoga, and no, I don’t apologize for it. It’s been crucial in helping me clear out that sacral chakra blockage. When I flow through my yoga practice, I’m not just working out my body (though, let’s be real, I’m sweating like a human fountain). I’m releasing all those years of emotional junk—like a hoarder throwing out emotional clutter.
I’m breathing deeply, I’m grounding myself, and I’m connecting to my inner goddess. It’s like setting a reset button for my whole system. I wish I could say it’s a magical quick fix, but it’s more like a gentle reminder that I’m allowed to take up space—emotional and physical.
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I’ve also learned the art of protecting myself from the endless emotional dumps from others. Look, I’m all about helping people, but there’s a fine line between being a good listener and becoming the designated emotional garbage can.
So, I’ve started using energy cloaking. Don’t roll your eyes. It sounds way cooler than it actually is. It’s basically a spiritual practice where you imagine yourself wrapped in a protective light bubble, so you don’t absorb the emotional junk floating around you. It’s like wearing an invisibility cloak for your feelings. No, I don’t expect you to be Harry Potter, but it does work wonders. I imagine my "Crown" pulling down around my body like a snug little protective shield. You’d be surprised how much of a difference it makes when you're not a walking emotional sponge anymore.
I also rock loop earplugs because, you know, people can be loud. I don’t need to hear everyone’s problems on top of all the other noise in the world. I’m not a superhero, and I’m definitely not a therapist (even though I sometimes feel like one).
My Google Doc and My Stim: Creative Outlets and Self-Soothing
Now, because I’m nothing if not an overachiever, I also have a Google Doc on my phone where I jot down my thoughts and feelings. It’s like a mini-journal that I can access at any moment. It’s not glamorous, but it’s my emotional safety net. Whenever I feel overwhelmed, I unload it all into the document and then sift through it later to process in a healthy way.
And here’s where things get even weirder: I also practice something called “stim.” Yes, it’s a thing. It’s when you engage in repetitive physical movements to calm your nervous system. I’m so fancy. My stims of choice? Twirling my hair, shaking my foot, or rubbing a smooth stone between my fingers. Hey, if it works, don’t knock it. If you need me to twirl my hair or rub a rock to get through life, then that’s what I’m going to do.
Letting My Light Shine Without Apology
The biggest takeaway from all of this? I no longer need to dim my light for anyone. I’m loud, I’m passionate, and I’m going to feel things without holding back. I can cry, laugh, yell, or dance—whatever. I’m not here for anyone’s judgment. I’ve finally embraced all of who I am, unapologetically.
I am free.
Free to shine my light as brightly as I want. Free to pick and choose who gets a piece of my energy. Free to let my emotions out without shame. Free to embrace my creativity and my gifts.
I’m no longer here to make everyone else feel comfortable. If they can’t handle my glow, well, that’s not my problem. I’m walking through the world with my energy shield in place and my heart wide open. If you want to share in my glow, you’re welcome. If not? See ya.
I’m free to fly high, bask in the warmth of my own light, and embrace the full spectrum of my emotions. Because, friends, I am finally allowing myself to be me.
So, here’s my challenge to you: Are you ready to stop dimming your light? Are you ready to release that sacral chakra blockage and embrace the power that’s been waiting for you? Go ahead. Shine.
No one’s stopping you now.
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