Resistance to our own growth is painfully real.
And not the poetic, Instagrammable kind.
I’m talking inconvenient, soul-quaking, “why is my nervous system staging a coup?” kind of resistance.
The kind that shows up right before everything changes.
Emotional resistance? That’s the crying-over-nothing, burning-everything-down energy. The sudden urge to sabotage something good just to feel in control. You’re not crazy—you’re cracking the code.
Spiritual resistance? That’s when your guides go silent or sound suspiciously like your inner critic. When the cards give you the Divine Gibbs smack. When the universe feels like it’s ghosting you… but really, it’s testing whether you’re ready to be seen.
Physical resistance? That’s the body throwing a full-blown tantrum. My knee dislocated itself yesterday (an old injury with a flair for drama), and today my low back seized up so bad I couldn’t stand upright. Not from effort. Just from becoming.
This is what it looks like when your soul levels up and your ego tries to slam on the brakes.
And here’s the truth they don’t tell you in the glossy “glow-up” reels:
This is the portal.
The ache, the spiral, the snapping at your partner, the temptation to quit—this is the price of admission into the next, truest version of you.
Right now, I can feel her.
The one who holds more.
Who asks for more.
Who receives without apology.
She’s already here, waiting in the wings—not judging my limp or my tears, just whispering:
I love you.
I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.
Thank you.
And then she adds with fire in her voice:
I trust you. Now move.
If you’re in the throes of a sudden argument, a mystery illness, or a full-blown identity crisis—take heart.
This isn’t regression.
It’s rebellion.
It’s the holy chaos that erupts right before you become too sovereign to ever go back.
So drink your water.
Take the nap.
Tell your guides you’re pissed and you’re listening.
And trust that your body isn’t betraying you—it’s clearing space for your expansion.
You’re not behind.
You’re breaking free.
And she?
She’s coming for everything you thought you couldn’t have.
P.S. In Shaneh’s World, we don’t bypass the breakdown. We bless it. We honor the mess and the magic it births. You don’t have to do this alone—we are the village your next chapter has been praying for.
Tell me—what version of you is rising right now?
Drop it in the comments or whisper it to your journal. Either way, name her. She’s listening.
Song of the Day: Cruel by Spencer Sutherland
FUCK YEAH. I needed to read this today. Thank you, Shaneh <3