🩵 You Are Not Your Dysregulation 🩵

You may have heard it said that who you are in your most dysregulated state is the truest version of you.

But I want to offer another perspective—one that makes room for your nervous system and your wholeness.

That moment of disarray? That sharp tone, frozen shutdown, or panicked spiral?

It’s not your truest self.

It’s your survival system doing exactly what it was designed to do: protect you.

It’s a part of you, not the whole picture.

A glimpse into your trauma patterns, your inherited coding, your body’s deep knowing of what once felt unsafe.

But let me be clear—you are not just your survival response.

You are so much more than a triggered moment in time.

You are the breath you just took.

The way your shoulders drop when someone you trust walks into the room.

The shimmer behind your eyes when you speak about something you love.

The way your hips sway to music only your body can hear.

You are the goosebumps that rise when truth lands in your bones.

The warmth that floods your chest in a moment of shared laughter.

The tiny gasp you make when you taste something nostalgic.

The thud of your feet on the earth, the breath of wind across your skin, the glisten in your eyes when you remember who you are.

You are movement.

You are becoming.

You are the afterglow of generations that came before you—and the living, breathing prayer for the ones yet to come.

You are the sacred blend of all the hands you’ve held, the air you’ve breathed, the food you’ve shared, the grief you’ve carried, and the love you’ve given.

You are a living ecosystem, shaped and reshaped with every interaction, every choice, every exhale.

And because of that, you are never just one thing.

So instead of asking, “Who am I when I’m at my worst?”

Let’s ask the deeper question:

Who do I want to become—when I remember I’m still whole?

Because you’re not broken.

You’re not behind.

You’re not defined by the moment you yelled, shut down, froze, or spiraled.

You are still here.

Still breathing.

Still choosing.

And with every micro-movement—every kind word, every embodied pause, every act of courage—you are painting the future into being.

Let yourself be messy.

Let yourself be evolving.

Let yourself be human.

You are not alone in this.

We are all just living art—changing, touching, spiraling, rising.

Your wholeness is not a destination.

It’s this.

It’s now.

And you get to choose what you become next.