✧ Emotional Storms Are Altars, Not Flaws ✧

ivykimmi
Oct 2
3 min read

Why Crying Over Tacos Is Holy Work

✧ The Lie We Were Fed

Raise your hand if you’ve ever been called:

Too sensitive 🙋‍♀️
Too dramatic 🙋‍♀️
Or my favorite: “You just need to calm down.” 🙄

Translation? Your emotions make me uncomfortable, so I need you to shrink.

But let’s be real: you are not too much. Your feelings aren’t flaws. Your storms aren’t weakness. They’re sacred messengers. And half the time, they’re probably more honest than the people telling you to calm down.

✧ Storms, Not Malfunctions

Emotions get a bad rap. They rise up like tidal waves and suddenly you’re crying at home because your partner refused to bring you tacos. (Yes, this actually happened. And no, he’s not my partner anymore — connect the dots, babe. 🌮😂)

And then the shame spiral kicks in: What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I just chill?

Here’s the thing: nothing’s wrong with you.Those tears? They’re your body saying, “I needed that sweetness.”That anger? It’s the velvet rope guarding your sacred space.That grief? It’s proof you loved deeply.That joy? It’s your whole nervous system shouting, “Encore!”

Emotions aren’t malfunctions. They’re portals. Each one opens a doorway into something holy.

✧ Why We Shame the Storm

Many of us were raised in systems — families, churches, schools — where emotional expression was too wild, too unruly, too… alive. And anything alive threatened the illusion of control.

So we learned to swallow our tears. To shove down our rage. To decorate our smiles while quietly falling apart inside.

That wasn’t regulation. That was repression. And it disconnected us from the most trustworthy compass we have: our own bodies.

✧ What I Told My Lover

The other day, I told my lover how much I adore the way he lowers his voice when I’m upset — slow, steady, soothing. Like he’s narrating a sleep story on a meditation app. 💤📖

But I also told him: sometimes it annoys the hell out of me.

Because before I can calm down, I need him in it with me.

So we made it playful: he’s my “hype guy.” If I’m ranting, he rants with me. If he goes too far — “I’ll kill that motherfucker!” — I point down with my finger. “Ease it back, cowboy.” If he skips straight to monk-level calm when I’m still mid-thunderstorm, I point up. “Bring it, babe. I’m not done being mad yet.”

It’s fun, it makes me laugh through tears, and best of all: it means I don’t have to shrink. I get to bring the full storm, and he meets me there until I’m ready to land in the calm. That’s emotional safety, and honestly? It’s hot.

✧ Ritual: The Bowl That Holds It All

Think of your emotions like storm water. Without a bowl, they flood everywhere. But with a container — a ritual — the storm has somewhere to land.

That’s all ritual really is: building yourself a bowl big enough to hold the thunder.

Light a candle.
Journal.
Move your body to one song.
Scream into a pillow, then hug it after.

Ritual says: “I can feel this without drowning in it.”Ritual says: “I don’t have to be fixed. I just have to be held.”

✧ Rebellion in Action

Creating ritual space isn’t just “self-care.” It’s sacred rebellion.

Because when the world says “You’re too much,” you get to laugh and say:“No, actually, I’m just enough. And I built a damn temple for my too-muchness.”

✧ The Invitation

So the next time your emotions roll in like thunderclouds, don’t shame them. Don’t shove them down. Invite them. They’re not here to ruin you. They’re here to guide you.

And if you want a place to let them storm and then settle? I made you something.

Download Create Your Sacred Ritual Space — a guide to building your own altar of rebellion + rest. Whether it’s a velvet-draped corner of your bedroom or a candle in your car, it counts.

Because your emotions were never too much. They were always too sacred to ignore.