She sits across from me, her shoulders slumped forward as though gravity has been given extra weight. Her hands are folded in her lap, fingers pressed together so tight they’ve gone pale. She tells me she eats clean, rarely touches sugar, cuts her portions smaller and smaller.
She runs on little fuel.
Still, her body refuses to release its grip.
Still, the inflammation flares.
The scale mocks her discipline.
Her thyroid whispers of betrayal.
And sex? She laughs, but it isn’t laughter. It’s an ache hidden inside sound. Orgasms feel like something women in movies pretend to have, not something her body knows how to give her.
I’ve heard her story before.
Different women.
Different names.
Same silent scream lodged in the body.
The body doesn’t lie. It never does. It can’t. It holds the truth we shove aside.
It remembers every time we said, “I’m fine,” when we weren’t. Every time we swallowed the lump in our throat instead of speaking what burned to be said. Every time we gaslit ourselves into silence because we feared what might happen if our truth actually escaped.
The body keeps the score, yes, but deeper than that, it keeps the voice. And when that voice has been strangled long enough, the body begins to speak its own language.
Inflammation.
Autoimmunity.
Hormones thrown off their rhythm.
The bedroom going quiet.
The thyroid is not just a gland.
It’s a bell.
A voice.
A signal that sits in the throat, begging to express. And when the body begins to attack it, that’s not random malfunction. That’s the rage of truth buried too long. That’s the soul’s cry trying to claw its way out through the flesh.
The weight gain, the swelling, the fatigue, these are not enemies. They are messages. They are the body saying, “You will not ignore me anymore.”
And sex?
The inability to climax?
That is not brokenness.
That is the body shutting down its pleasure centers because pleasure can’t live where truth is buried. It’s hard to surrender when your whole being is locked in defense. Hard to open when you’re busy holding shut the vault of what you will not allow yourself to say.
I think about all the times women are told to smile when we want to scream.
To nod when we want to shake our heads.
To play nice.
To keep the peace.
To be the cool girl, the understanding wife, the agreeable mother, the one who bends so nobody else has to break.
And I think about how bending too far turns into breaking anyway. Just not in the ways we expect. We don’t fall down dramatically one day. We don’t get to call it collapse. No, we break by slowly crumbling inside our bodies. By fighting against our own cells. By carrying weight that isn’t food but memory. By turning every swallowed word into fire under our skin.
This isn’t just a body issue. It isn’t just “bad luck” or “genetics.” This is the cost of silencing yourself until the silence becomes disease. This is what happens when the mind gaslights the heart into submission.
And here’s the cruel twist, most women who sit across from me have no idea they’re doing it. They believe they’re living rational, healthy, disciplined lives.
They’ve read the books, tried the diets, done the programs. But what they haven’t done is asked their bodies what they’re holding. They haven’t let themselves hear the sob lodged in their own throat. They haven’t traced the inflammation back to the resentment they weren’t “allowed” to voice.
The woman in front of me thinks her body is betraying her. I tell her, gently but firmly, “No. Your body is the only one in the room still loyal to you. Everyone else told you to shut up, move on, get over it, let it go. But your body refuses to play along with the lie. It won’t let you. It’s fighting for your truth with the only weapons it has left.”
She blinks at me. I see the sting of tears before they fall.
We live in a culture that teaches women to abandon themselves young. To doubt their feelings. To distrust their own voice. To keep the peace at the expense of their own inner world. And then we wonder why disease multiplies. Why women carry inflammation like armor. Why the thyroid, the gland of voice and expression, is the most common site of autoimmune attack. Why pleasure leaves the body when safety is gone.
This is not coincidence. This is design. And it’s killing us softly.
I tell her the first step is not another diet. Not another pill. Not another treadmill sprint to nowhere. The first step is brutal honesty. Saying the thing you have never allowed yourself to say. Maybe it comes out messy, shaking, ugly, but it comes out. Because if it doesn’t, your body will keep saying it for you. And it will get louder. And louder. Until you can’t ignore it.
The inflammation is the fire of unshed rage. The stubborn weight is grief anchored in flesh. The thyroid attack is betrayal turned inward. The absence of orgasm is joy locked in a cage.
She asks me if it’s too late. I tell her it’s never too late. But it will take courage. It will take breaking the very patterns that built her world. It will take being willing to disappoint people. To risk being misunderstood. To stand in the rawness of her own voice without apology.
Because here’s the truth: the body won’t heal on lies. It never has.
When a woman finally speaks what has been buried, when she finally calls out her own self-gaslighting and says, “No more”, the body listens. It softens. It exhales. The fire of inflammation cools. The weight begins to move. The thyroid steadies its rhythm. And the bedroom? The body remembers pleasure again. Because pleasure can only exist where truth lives.
The cost of self-gaslighting is too high. It’s not just mental anguish. It’s the very cells of your body waging war against themselves. And if you think staying silent is saving anyone, look at what it’s doing to you.
I look at the woman across from me and say, “Your body has never been your enemy. It has always been your most faithful ally. It is telling you the truth you’ve tried hardest not to hear. Will you listen now?”
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As always loving and praying for you and our world,
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