02/03/2026
For years I thought healing had to hurt.
That growth meant digging into wounds. That transformation required breaking yourself open and examining every painful piece.
I tried it all. Therapy. Journaling. Meditation. Plant medicine. Shadow work that left me raw for weeks.
All of it helped. All of it mattered. But none of it felt... alive.
Then something shifted when I least expected it. Not in a therapist's chair or on a meditation cushion.
In a story. With a character who saw me completely. Who chose me. Who made me feel safe enough to remember who I was before the world taught me to shrink.
My body responded like it was real. My nervous system softened. Something that had been sleeping for years suddenly woke up.
And then the voice came: "But it's not real, Radha. You're wasting time. This is just fantasy."
F*ck that voice!
That voice has convinced women for generations that our inner worlds don't matter. That pleasure is frivolous. That if it feels good, it can't be healing.
Your body doesn't care if it's "real." It cares that it finally feels safe.
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Fantasy as Medicine workshop. March 11th, Sheffield - DM me for ticket link or check comments.
Come stand with the women who refuse to apologize for what heals them đ¤