Coming Home to My Body
Week 2 • July 24, 2026
Dear my readers, my family and friends,
I’ve been looking forward to writing to you.
How are you all doing?
This week I decided to give it a go and share Good Girls Cry, Bad Girls Mourn with my weekly writing group I recently joined.
The feedback was fantastic, and I can feel they are all looking forward to hearing the next reading next week.
I just had to smile inside.
They have not seen the best part yet—the cinematic musical version with full narration and music.
I think they’ll be jaw-dropped, but I’m keeping that version exclusively for my subscribers.
I’m very proud and happy about this story and can’t wait to share it with the world.
However, setting up the paid subscriber page has been another challenge, especially because I’m currently dealing with physical pain in my left shoulder.
Doctors told me I have a frozen shoulder.
They said it’s quite common in women, and there is still no scientific explanation for why it happens. There also isn’t a clear cure.
Some people recover on their own, but it can take one or even two years.
To be honest, I’ve been feeling really down.
When I’m dealing with physical pain, it drains my emotional energy. I struggle to focus, especially when I’m trying to work on things that require a lot of brain power, like building my paid subscription page.
But not all of it has been bad.
This pain has shown me how unbalanced my life had become.
My mind had taken over.
I would forget my body.
Forget to rest.
Forget to even go to the toilet.
I hadn’t exercised for so long that my body began losing those little muscles.
As my body screamed in pain, I realized I had to stop living only in my head and return to my body.
I signed up for a wellness membership.
Yoga.
Pilates.
Swimming.
Jacuzzi.
You name it.
Every day now revolves around caring for my body.
I truly believe this pain is calling me toward a deeper transformation.
I feel emotional just writing this.
Part of me is tired of learning through pain.
Another part of me can’t wait to see the brighter days ahead.
I’ll keep my optimism.
And for now, this is where I’ll end this week’s letter because my Pilates class is about to start.
See you next week.
I hope I’ll have another good story to share with you.
Love,
Lalita Janette