Tag: Nervous System

  • The Taniwha Beneath.

    The Taniwha Beneath.

    The taniwha first appeared on the motorway home. Not beside her.Not ahead of her. Beneath her. Beneath the rhythm of tyres over wet Auckland asphalt.Beneath the fluorescent blur of service stations and red brake lights stretching endlessly toward the city.Beneath the women laughing in the back seat.Beneath the text messages left unanswered.Beneath the steady competent…

  • When “I Need Space” Is Your Nervous System, Not Your Preference.

    When “I Need Space” Is Your Nervous System, Not Your Preference.

    When “I just need space” is your nervous system, not your preference Some people genuinely enjoy time alone. And then there are people whose nervous system feels safest there. From the outside, they can look the same. IndependentSelf containedNot overly emotionalNot needing constant contact Often, even admired for it. But inside a relationship, something different…

  • What If It Is Not Their Personality

    What If It Is Not Their Personality

    Daily prompt: What’s something most people don’t understand? Most people think they are dealing with personalities, attitudes, or choices. They are not. They are dealing with nervous systems. Every interaction you have, at work, in relationships, in conflict, in joy, is shaped by the state of your nervous system and the state of the person…

  • When someone pulls away.

    When someone pulls away.

    One of the most confusing moments in relationships is when someone who once felt close suddenly becomes distant. Messages slow down. Conversations feel different. The warmth that once felt easy becomes harder to reach. For the person on the receiving end it can feel personal. Something must have changed. Something must be wrong. But what…

  • The Emotional Impact of Abrupt Endings: A Personal Reflection.

    The Emotional Impact of Abrupt Endings: A Personal Reflection.

    I want to write about something quietly painful.Not to accuse.Not to analyse.Not to blame. Just to name what it felt like. Twice within a few months, the same connection ended abruptly. There was no space to stay with what was happening, no shared pause, no holding of the moment as it unravelled. What stayed with…