When Ice Cream And Journaling Aren’t Enough…

What do you do when…

🍨 Two bowls of ice cream
🍫 An extra-large chocolate bar
🥔 A bag of chips
🍹 A margarita
🏋️‍♀️ A 90-minute heavy lifting session
🔥 A HIIT cardio sweat-fest
🚬 A cigarette
📱 Texting your besties
🧘‍♀️ Meditating
🧼 Cleaning the house top to bottom
🌊 A walk on the beach
📝 Journaling

💦 An orgasm
🍝 Cooking your favorite comfort food

…still don’t do the trick?

You throw yourself a wild woman (or man) rage dance party.

Alone. In your living room. Full volume. Zero shame.

Because after several days of quietly sitting with the rage—trying to process it, reason with it, meditate it away—I realized: this wasn’t a thinking thing. This was a body thing.

And as the brilliant minds in somatic healing and trauma research have taught us: the body keeps the score.

I wasn’t about to keep that rage locked up and let it sneak out as resentment, disconnection, or even cancer five years down the line. 🚫

So I cranked up these three songs:

🎵 “Blind” by Korn
🎵 “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit
🎵 “When Worlds Collide” by Powerman 5000

…and let my body rage. Not to hurt or destroy—but to release.

Because here’s the truth:

💥 Women aren’t allowed to be angry…
💧 Men aren’t allowed to cry…
😶 And most of us—regardless of gender—were never given healthy tools to express the full spectrum of our emotions.

But ignoring our emotions doesn’t make us stronger. It makes us sick.

This isn’t just about one bad day or a mood swing. It’s about reclaiming our right to feel what we feel—fully and without apology. It’s about letting our bodies process what our minds can’t logic away. It’s about breaking cycles.

So if you’ve tried all the “right” things…
If your go-to tools aren’t working…
If you’re on your 12th self-help podcast and still feel like you’re going to explode…

Maybe you don’t need to calm down. Maybe you need to LET IT OUT.

Scream in your car.
Rage-dance in your living room.
Write the angry letter you’ll never send.
Breathe fire.
Pound the pillows.

Shatter a vase.
Let the wild in you speak.

It’s not weak. It’s not shameful.

It’s medicine.

With love (always),

Your coach,
💜Sara

P.S. If you try a wild-woman (or wild-man) rage dance and the feelings are still sitting heavy—know that you don’t have to figure it all out on your own. Sometimes the next step is letting someone witness and support you through it. If you’re curious what it’s like to work with a wise, fiercely compassionate coach (hi, that’s me 😄), you can book a no-pressure call to chat right here.