As a Black woman, I think it’s so crucial to be self-centered, ambitious, educated, and independent enough to be able to build your own and give yourself the life you deserve and the life of your dreams so that nobody can control it or take it away from you!
yes. and there’s also a correlation between survival mode and not wanting to dress well, adorn yourself, do self care, do your hair, nourish yourself. you just don’t have energy to care about beauty and sensuality because your nervous system is busy keeping you safe.
The crazy thing about being a powerful woman is that everyone gravitates towards you because of your power, they want to benefit from your power, use it, associate with it, try to steal it or replicate it. But don’t want you to acknowledge or own how powerful you are.
you bloom where you are loved, and that is why you need to learn how to move on, to walk away from suffocating spaces where you can no longer stretch your limbs out. to live well, you have to learn how to leave.
The more intuitive/psychic you are the more discerning you must be. Not just about the messages you receive and how you interpret them, but also about when to speak vs when to hold your tongue, when to interpret vs when to simply receive and let be, your own subconscious motivations, and what you choose to surround yourself with.
I believe this is why a lot of religions and cultures told women to be silent. Us women tend to be more intuitive, but if undeveloped, this manifests as hysterical hunches and strong irrational accusations.
We may dream of the physical death of a loved one when they’re actually experiencing a symbolic death of an old chapter, and it will obviously cause problems if we tell the whole village that someone’s going to die.
Or we may be truly drawn to someone, not because they’re good for us and our soul development but because our intuition precisely picks up how they resonate with our wounding.
This is why discernment, attunement, boundaries, self awareness, and the power of selective silence are essential for a highly intuitive person.
One thing I’ll always give Kdramas credit for is that nobody writes serial killers quite like they do.
Not because the killers are the scariest. Hollywood has plenty of those.
It’s because Kdramas rarely make them monsters for the sake of being monsters. They make them patient. Intelligent. Ordinary enough to disappear into a crowd. Sometimes they’re standing right beside the detective. Sometimes they’re the person you’ve spent ten episodes rooting for.
And that’s what unsettles me.
The real horror is not always the blood or the body count. It’s the psychological warfare.
They make you question every character, every smile, every act of kindness. They’ll have you convinced you’ve figured it all out, only to pull the rug from under you in the last few episodes and suddenly every scene you watched means something completely different.
By the time the truth comes out, you’re not just shocked you’re questioning your own judgment.
It’s why dramas like Mouse, Beyond Evil, Signal, Flower of Evil and Strangers from Hell stay with you long after the drama ends. They’re never just about catching a killer.
No one does psychological thrillers like Korea.