Motherhood, Doomscrolling, and the Return of the Matriarch

I am addicted to social media.

There, I said it.

(It feels a bit like an AA meeting, honestly.)

Take my brain.

Flood it with information.

Add way too much stimulus throughout the day - noise, touch, demands from tiny humans.

Spice it up with lack of sleep.

Add a pinch of whatever virus is going around.

Put it all in the pressure cooker called life.

And there you have it:

An overcooked, overstimulated mom brain at the end of the day.

With grand plans - and very little real energy to do anything meaningful other than hanging out on Instagram. Or YouTube. Or both.

For a long time, I justified it.

Cat videos are cute and make me laugh.

That recipe I saw on Instagram turned out amazing.

I’m just researching our next holiday.

Running videos are so inspiring.

Until recently.

My once cute and uplifting feed slowly turned into a horror movie.

If yours did too, you know what I mean.

If not - protect your happy place.

My habit stopped being justifiable.

It morphed into proper doomscrolling.

Yes - it’s important to stay informed.

Yes - it matters not to look away.

But it’s another thing entirely to feel completely annihilated after thirty minutes on Instagram.

Yesterday, when I finally put my phone down and sat on my yoga mat, something landed with crystal clarity:

This version of reality is not real.

Not because the events themselves aren’t real - they are.

But because consuming them this way is deeply disembodied.

I’m seeing images and stories that trigger huge emotions - fear, anger, grief - with nowhere for them to go in my body.

No movement.

No response.

No voice.

No choice.

No one there to help me make sense of what just flooded my nervous system.

And in that moment, it hit me:

That is how trauma is created.

Trauma isn’t defined by what happens,

but by what the body can - or cannot - do in response.

Doomscrolling creates exactly this condition:

high nervous system activation with zero agency.

From fight-flight-freeze, it most often lands in freeze:

numbness, paralysis, dissociation.

Even “positive” content works this way.

A laugh, a surge of inspiration - and you’re left holding it alone.

(Unless you have that one friend receiving all your favourite reels.)

The deeper layer

If you grew up holding big emotions alone,

social media can quietly reinforce that pattern.

You may be actively healing it in therapy or embodiment work -

while your daily scrolling habit keeps reactivating it.

This is especially harmful for mothers.

Motherhood - particularly in the early years - already comes with real social isolation.

When I saw this pattern clearly, something in me said:

No more.

Because the moment we see it, agency returns.

Not through willpower.

Not through restriction.

But through awareness - and small, embodied choices.

What choice can look like

• Standing up and shaking your body for 30 seconds

• Dancing to one song that makes you feel alive

• Placing a hand on your body and holding yourself

• Taking a deep breath and releasing it with a sigh

• Walking outside, barefoot on grass - yes, even in winter

• Asking: What does my body need right now? What would feel nourishing?

And gently reminding yourself:

I am safe in this moment.

The greatest illusion of all is powerlessness.

Remembering that we always have a choice - even a small one - shatters that illusion.

Patriarchy is a system built on fear and the illusion of scarcity.

It sustains itself through a constant state of emergency,

teaching us to override our bodies, mistrust our instincts,

and carry burdens that were never ours.

In the animal kingdom, societies that are abundant and settled are most often matriarchal.

They are relational rather than hierarchical,

cooperative rather than controlling,

rooted in trust, abundance, and harmony.

Our society could be peaceful and abundant without the constant fear-based narrative.

Humanity has reached a level where abundance is possible for everyone.

The return of the matriarch does not begin in politics or power structures.

It begins in the bodies of women who remember how to feel,

to choose, to rest, and to live in harmony with nature - our true nature.

Choosing peace, embodiment, nervous system regulation, and trust

are rebellious acts in a culture fueled by fear.

It is time for the return of the matriarch.

Over the coming weeks, I’ll be sharing a series of workshops and a retreat designed to help us reclaim this power - to live in rhythm with our bodies, regulate our nervous systems, and embody the wisdom we carry as mothers and women.

If you’re ready to step into this new way of being, stay tuned.

This is just the beginning.