The Full Moon Hangover
When clarity and fog exist at the same time
There are moments when it feels like you’ve gone somewhere intense,
and your body needs time to come back.
Like everything in you is recalibrating.
This past Saturday, I woke up feeling hungover.
Except I don’t drink.
Heavy. Foggy.
Wrung out emotionally.
Even making a simple decision of what to wear felt impossible,
like trying to grab hold of fog.
And at the same time,
I could feel myself trying to explain it.
Trying to make it make sense
while I was still inside it,
still inside it as I write this.
That was the tension.
Not just the exhaustion,
but the part of me that wanted clarity right now.
I’ve been calling it a Full Moon Hangover.
Because something intense was clearly moving
even if I couldn’t fully name it.
And then… the omens, two days in a row.
A roadrunner.
A hawk.
Keen observation.
Visionary perspective.
Quick action.
Agility.
I had to giggle.
Because that’s not what it felt like in my body at all.
It felt slow.
Foggy.
Unclear.
Talk about mixed messages.
Or maybe not.
Maybe both were true at the same time.
A body that needed to slow all the way down,
while something else was sharpening, watching, preparing.
Not ready for action yet…
but not lost either.
Just… in between.
So I gave myself permission to take nature medicine:
Sunshine.
A hammock.
Space.
If you’ve been feeling this too,
the heaviness, the fog, the “why can’t I just decide?”
it might not be confusion.
It might be that you’re in the middle of something
that doesn’t resolve all at once.
Where clarity and fog
exist at the same time.
Reflection
What feels too heavy to keep carrying the same way?
Where am I trying to force an answer that isn’t ready yet?
What did my body say that my mind tried to override?
What is ready to be released, not forced, but genuinely let go of?
Clarity isn’t always the absence of fog
sometimes it’s learning how to stand inside it.
I am curious what this has felt like for you.
Love ya girl
I feel youuuuu