Why My Brain and Body Are Currently in a Toxic Relationship

If you were to ask my brain how old we are, it would confidently say, “We are twenty-five. We are vibrant. We can definitely handle a third glass of wine and a late-night concert on a Tuesday.”

My brain is a liar.

My brain is writing checks that my body absolutely cannot cash. In fact, my body stopped cashing those checks around 2018. It shredded them.

Currently, I am living in a house divided. Upstairs, my brain is planning a girls’ trip to Vegas, convinced I can function on four hours of sleep and still look cute the next day. Downstairs, my knees are making sounds like a bowl of Rice Krispies, my back hurts because I slept “wrong” (whatever that means), and my metabolism has decided to go on an extended sabbatical.

And the mediator in this toxic relationship? My hormones. But instead of de-escalating the situation, they are throwing gasoline on the fire. One minute they’re crying over a dog food commercial, the next they’re turning up the internal thermostat to four hundred degrees just for fun.

It’s confusing. It’s exhausting. It’s… hilarious?

Okay, maybe not always hilarious in the moment (especially at 3 AM when I’m wide awake for no reason), but we have to laugh, right? Because if we don’t laugh, we might just scream. And honestly, I don’t have the energy for that.

So, to my fellow women whose brains are twenty-five but whose bodies are filing for retirement: I see you. We are in this together. Let’s hydrate, moisturize, and maybe just go to bed at 9 PM. Vegas can wait.

Keep thriving, Tribe.

Tracy 💗

💭 Reflection: Where is your brain still saying “I’ve got this” — while your body is quietly asking for a little more grace?