here's what's going on in your relationship life

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You’ve spent years in your masculine–leading, planning, achieving

and you got exceptional at it. But after a day of work, you can't switch off. The same drive that makes you brilliant in business, is now keeping you from fully receiving in love. You micromanage him, expect perfection, and lead the dates. He doesn’t feel trusted to lead, so he withdraws, while your heart longs for the depth no amount of therapy or books can reach.

Your nervous system is maxed out & in overdrive

Even in his arms, you're thinking about that email you need to write. You cuddle on the couch, watch Netflix, and call it connection… but you miss him even while lying beside him. In lovemaking, you crave to surrender to soul-stirring orgasmic ecstasy, but your body feels too armored to open and let go so completely.

You have become an expert at attracting “situationships”

but you are calling for something deeper. You know deep down that if you let yourself be pulled into REAL love and actually get vulnerable, you will just awaken those tender places within, and you crave a man safe enough to break through that barrier into Union.

You’ve done the work: therapy, coaching, journaling, healing, manifesting.

You’ve built a life that looks radiant on the outside. Your love life doesn't match the depth of your inner work. Even if you're hyper aware of your patterns–insecure attachment, control, sabotage, or mistrust–you keep perpetuating them again and again. 

When dating, you keep attracting similar men with different faces every few months.

No matter the inner work you’ve done, they rarely meet you in the depth and commitment you crave. You no longer believe in the myth “there are no conscious men out there” and know the common denominator is you. The apps feel frustrating and some days, you quietly question your own worth. You're trying to trust life's timing, yet beneath it all, your heart aches with an almost unbearable longing for love. 

In your busy life, you've accumulated stress and emotions that you avoid feeling

 telling yourself, “I'll deal with it later”. When you try to “consciously communicate”, your words come out tight, tinged with demand or resentment. You long to open and be more vulnerable with him, but letting your heart be seen in all its raw humanness feels terrifying–and so you keep the love you crave at arm's length. 

Lovemaking is good, but you can't fully let go.

There's pleasure, but not the kind that ecstatically melts you open to God. Part of you holds back, afraid to lose control, to be seen in your raw, primal expression. Your mind can't switch off, even though you know it “should". What you crave is not technique, but the kind of surrender that makes the time stop, turning sex into true spiritual communion.