So that tension in your shoulders right now - do you feel it?

Thats rage.

Its not anxiety. Its not stress.

Its self contained rage.

Its a rage that wants to throw chairs and punch walls, at the fact that even now, with everything you know and have been through, you STILL find your throat closing, your eyes watering, and your shoulders shrinking when your in laws make fun of your jar collection.

Not because you care about the jars. Fuck the jars. (Except not cause jars are life)

But because you are so god damn tired of people pointing out your magic, noticing it for half a second, then switching back into the matrix and trying to make you hide it with a scoff and an “alright grandma dont forget your jars”.

You’re the one who sees art and magic in everything.
And everyone.

Except yourself of course.

You’re the one who takes notes about your friend’s obsessions and knows exactly what to get for their birthdays, yet for yours you get a face mask and a pair of shoes that are one size up and kind of not even remotely your style.

You’re the one always getting side eyes for asking “but why?” because you genuinely dont understand why you have to clock in at 9 am when you’re salaried and do your best work at midday

You filter your thoughts before you share online in case someone notices you’re too much

You apologise for your ideas before you’ve even shared them “Sorry if this sounds weird…”

You’re the one who goes quiet at the dinner table even though your father in law makes you burn with rage as he once again calls your daughter good girl for complying with his stupid orders.

You’re the one who laughs uncomfortably when a random old guy makes an inappropriate joke about your body even though your butthole tightened and you kind of want to spit at him.

Youre the one who's tried so hard to fit into the right path but just ended up burnt out and resentful that the world forced you to fit in at all.

You're the "difficult one."
The one who's "too much."
Too intense.
Too weird.
Too sensitive.
Too... ugh. EVERYTHING

And you've been swallowing that rage for so long that now it's turned into something else entirely.

Resentment.

Resentment that you give more to the world than you could ever dream of receiving.

Resentment that you have to ask your mum, your best friend, and the nice lady you met in the checkout line for approval before making a single decision (and still doubt yourself for three days after).

Resentment that festers as you quietly watch that stunning girl you went to uni with living out your dream of travelling the world as a visionary artist with her two kids and beautiful husband and stew in anger at yourself and resentment at the world - all while you're stuck trying to figure out what you're "supposed" to even want.

“Is a holiday and a weeks sleep not enough, do I really need to want more than that?!”

Here's what nobody tells you about your resentment:

It's not a personality flaw.

You’re not a raging asshole.

It's self contained rage.

And that rage? It's sacred. It's ancient.

It's the accumulated fury of being told you're wrong for being a literal pioneer.

For being called "too intense" when you care enough about something to speak up about it,
"too sensitive" when you call out your friend for ghosting you but having plenty of time for the woman who bullied you,
or "too much" for talking about your dancing lessons and sharing all the ideas you have for where you might take your expression.

For being given a warning at work for your chronic migraines, while watching your male colleague use your uncredited ideas in meetings and be praised for them while also on a sickie.

But you've been taught that rage is toxic.

Low vibe. Unspiritual. Something to transcend.

So you've been sitting on it.
Numbing it. Performing the good girl to keep everyone comfortable.

You’re terrified of people seeing the raging “psycho” that lives within, the one that is hissing and spitting and wailing at your mistreatment.

And in the process, you've blocked access to everything you actually want:

• Your creativity

• Your desires

• Your ability to trust yourself

• Your worthiness to claim what's yours

• The revolutionary life you're meant to live

Lets be real.. you keep telling yourself you’re not gifted, yet youre the only one who knew not to go to that party….

Here’s what I envision

⚔️ Before: Swallowing resentment while your mother-in-law scoffs at your jar collection.
After: You feel the tension in your shoulders and hurl it into a boundary that leaves her blinking — and you’re chuckling because the jars are your tiny magical army anyway.

⚔️ Before: Asking three friends if they think you should book the course/holiday/haircut.
After: You book it mid-coffee, smirking at your inner critic, and no one dies from your “reckless” independence.

⚔️ Before: Snapping at your family and needing complete isolation (ideally for 7 working days) because you’ve held it in for too long.
After: You channel it into rewriting a boundary or doing something creative - still dramatic - less damaging.

⚔️ Before: Hesitating to post your “too weird” content online even though its the “you” that makes you cackle.
After: You hit “post” on your singing lesson video or your absurd ritual idea, and actually enjoy watching the world squirm a little at your brilliance.

⚔️ Before: Spiraling for two days because a post flopped or someone ghosted you.
After: You ground yourself, maybe laugh cry into your tea, and keep moving — rage fuelled, unbothered, still subtly glorious.

⚔️ Before: Ignoring your long-held passion projects while life happens around you.
After: You sit down and finally start the painting, create the womens circle, or type up the book you’ve been hoarding in your notes app.

What if you’re not lost… what if you’re just underestimating yourself?

You're frozen because you're using all your life force to contain the fire.

You take small, safe moves. You go back and forth. You coast.

Not because you don't know what you want. Not really.

You spend hours sweating over whether to enroll in psychology or teaching - but you haven't even considered the third option: following your fucking heart.

You decide you want something and know in a cocky instant you'll get it - (cause you always do 💁‍♀️) but then your inner voice slaps you in the face to remind you to be humble or everyone will hate you.

You're sitting there working on an artwork that's literally giving you life, but you still feel the dishes pulling you away and the guilt of not playing hide and seek for another hour watering down the vibbbbbe.

All that stops now.

THE CONFESSIONALS

A 7-Day Sacred Rage Ritual & Initiation

A 7-day challenge to stop swallowing your rage about being told you're too much, too intense, too weird—so you can release the years of resentment that's been blocking your creativity, desires, and ability to claim the revolutionary life you're meant for.

This isn't just another "heal your anger" program.

This is a ritual. An initiation. A confessional.

For 7 days, you'll:

Confess the truth you've been too afraid to say out loud

• That you're different (read: amazing) and you've been made to feel wrong for it

• That you're a pioneer, NOT broken

• That you're done performing for approval and safety

• That your rage is real, its alive, and its something to CELEBRATE.

Alchemize your resentment into sacred fuel

• Through somatic practices that move the rage through your body instead of keeping it contained

• Through rage inventories that show you exactly what you need to claim

• Through rewiring practices that disconnect you from other people's opinions

Activate your revolutionary energy

• Through daily practices that help you trust yourself instead of seeking external validation

• Through embodiment work that lets you FEEL what it's like to own your different path

• Through a Sacred Rage Vocal Activation ritual that breaks you free from performing the good girl to stay safe and acceptable

Here's What You Get:

7 Days of Daily Transmissions via Telegram 10-20 minute teachings and somatic practices you can do in real-time

Opening Zoom Call (Day 1) Welcome to The Confessionals—setting the container for the ritual

Closing Zoom Call + Vocal Rage Activation (Day 7) Live guided journey and healing ritual to activate your sacred rage and initiate you into your pioneer identity

Telegram Community Daily support, witnessing, and space to share your confessions without shame

Optional Buddy Pairing Partner with another participant for rage inventory witnessing (because being seen without shame is part of the medicine)

Seven days allows us to move through a full emotional cycle — activation, resistance, release, and integration — but short enough to stay contained and sustainable.

Each day, you’ll receive a “transmission”: a guided ritual, somatic practice, or voice note reflection designed to help you feel your body, access your fire, and channel it into clarity, action, and self-expression.

You’ll release tension, interface with ancestral rage safely, reclaim boundaries, and turn emotional charge into creative and practical power.

Expect waves of intensity… tears, heat, shaking, laughing, intuitive dancing/movements or bursts of energy - alongside moments of insight and deep self-recognition.

By the end of the week, your rage won’t feel like a problem anymore; it will feel like fuel for the life you’re actually here to live.

By the end of these 7 days, you'll:

✨ Know that your resentment isn't a flaw—it's a MAP showing you exactly what you need to claim so that you realise the reason you’re furious that your partner gets quiet time is because you haven’t let yourself take any in months.

✨ Stop asking everyone for permission before making a decision (and actually trust your own knowing) so that you book the course, join the class, take the trip while drinking your morning coffee, without texting three friends to see if it’s “a good idea.”

✨ Understand that your rage is sacred, ancestral fuel—not something to transcend instead of melting down in the kitchen or snapping at your partner, you feel the surge and channel it into rewriting a boundary, going for a run in nature, or creating something beautiful.

✨ Feel what it's like to own your revolutionary identity instead of shrinking to stay acceptable so that you stop watering down your ideas and actually hit “post” on the content you used to think was “too weird.”

✨ Have tools to disconnect from external validation and come back to YOUR centre so that you don’t spiral for 48 hours when a post flops or someone doesn’t respond immediately - you ground yourself and carry on.

✨ Access your creativity and desires again (the ones that have been blocked by all that containment) so that you actually sit down and start the project you’ve been procrastinating for two years - the painting, the ritual, the podcast episode, the book.

✨ Be ready to step into the revolutionary life you're meant for – not the acceptable one you've been performing, so that you start taking the bold risks that move your life forward (launching the thing, applying for the grant, hosting the event) instead of waiting for the “right moment.”

in my last sacred container, women found themselves doing things they’d hidden from for years, reclaiming joy they thought was gone, and learning to trust their own timing and truth.

Here’s what they had to say…

(names changed for privacy ♡ )

⚶"I feel like a lifetime has happened in just three months.
I launched my first reel, started my podcast, built my website - things I never thought I’d do. I may not have material ‘proof’ of it all, but I feel it: I’ve done it. I am the Queen of my castle."
- Myrtle

⚶"My boundaries are stronger, I’ve stopped living to please others, and I’ve reclaimed my joy.
I pulled acting — something I’d hidden for 17 years — out of my shadow. Now I’m back on stage, collaborating with creatives, and feeling the rush of doing what I love.
This program gave me the tools, the belief, and the freedom to let my freak flag fly."
- Albus

⚶"I’ve gone from pushing to create my life to trusting the timing of it. Instead of moving through time, I feel time moving through me — and I catch the moments meant for me. I’ve learned to trust my intuition, believe in a benevolent universe, and weave magic into the everyday through symbolism, color, and Tarot."
- Minerva

Who This Is For:

✨ Living in two worlds. She’s making dinners, answering emails, and scrolling Instagram while quietly whispering spells to herself, drawing sigils on sticky notes, and muttering, “Not today, demons” – feeling her wild, multidimensional self tugging at her sleeve, daring her to lead.

✨ The lifelong ‘strange one.’ She’s nodding in a Zoom call, pretending to understand the TPS reports, while thinking, “If only you knew the energy dynamics at play here…” – later scribbling in her journal ideas no one else notices, pondering her way of seeing the world.

✨ Sensitive leader, invisible to herself. She notices her partner’s micro-sigh over cereal, senses her toddler brewing a tantrum, and realises mid-conversation she’s skipped lunch, burned dinner, and is low-key ready to throw the spaghetti at the wall herself right before she remembers she is also busting to pee.

✨ On the threshold of a new identity. She drafts a resignation email at midnight, deletes it, then drafts a ritual in her notebook for claiming her next life – feeling her future self tugging and whispering, “Yes, you’re ready. Do it.”

✨ The shapeshifter. She says yes to her neighbor’s request for help, agrees to a last minute work call, and smooths over everyone else’s drama all while her own painting sits abandoned, judging her silently, her passive-aggressive muse.

✨ Wounded Giver. She’s organizing everyone’s schedules, making snacks, calming emotions, holding spaces and for a hot second thinks, “If someone asked me if I was okay right now, would that be a good thing or a bad thing?” – secretly longing to be chosen for once.

✨ Creative mystic. She’s reading tarot on the train, predicting exactly how a stranger’s week will unfold, while staring at her own untouched notebook of ideas, feeling the cosmic joke that she can see everyone else’s future but her own next step.

✨ Fire under her skin. She’s nodding politely in a parent teacher meeting, holding a cup of tea like a proper adult, while internally calculating the most scandalous, chaotic, exhilarating ways she could offend everyone in the room – and laughing quietly at her own audacity.

✨ Craving true community. She’s scrolling through Facebook groups at 11 p.m., seeing others’ weirdness celebrated, and wondering when she’ll find that acceptance aswell.

✨ Changing the world quietly and powerfully. She’s doing the work behind the scenes, breaking cycles in her family, actively working on her jealousy and sisterhood wounds, and of course doing yearly charity challenges where she meets her target purely from being a likeable silly bugger, not so much actually completing the challenge.

The Identity Shift:

BEFORE:
"I'm someone who makes sure everyone else is okay while I'm barely holding it together. I swallow my rage to keep the peace. I abandon myself to stay loved. I ask everyone for permission because I don't trust my own knowing. I know I'm meant for something revolutionary but I keep choosing the safe, acceptable path. Maybe I'm just too much, too weird, too intense."

AFTER:
"I'm a pioneer who trusts herself first. My rage is information, not something to be ashamed of. I speak my needs before they become resentment. I choose my heart over everyone's approval. My weirdness is medicine. My intensity is power. I'm done making myself small.
I claim the revolutionary life I'm meant for."

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Your rage is not the problem.
Your rage is the doorway.
What's on the other side is your voice, your power, your medicine, your freedom.

I'm not here to make you feel better about your anger.
I'm here to help you use it.

Welcome to the confessional.

"I am done apologizing for my fury. I am ready to wield it.”