Nau Choice Blog

I knew it was never love because I always felt trapped. Not loudly, but quietly—like the air was slowly disappearing. Love should feel like expansion, yet I was shrinking, editing my breath, my body, my joy. This is the story of realizing that love is not measured by how much you endure, but by how free you feel when you receive it—and why choosing to breathe again was the bravest thing I’ve ever done.

Women are taught that love must hurt—that endurance is devotion and sacrifice is romance. While men are socialized to receive love as support, women are conditioned to bleed for it, mistaking struggle for depth and chaos for chemistry. This piece dismantles the lie that love is proven through pain and invites women to reclaim ease, reciprocity, and wholeness as the true markers of real love.

Love, sex, and relationships can be addictive, but true connection comes from balance, vulnerability, and meaningful communication.