🕯️ Confess to Loui Crow Below:

Welcome to the altar of strange truths.

This is where you bring the symptoms that don’t make sense.
 The spirals that won’t stop.
 The moments your body whispers what your mouth won’t say.

If you've ever thought:

• “Why does my jaw hurt when I’m trying to be nice?”

• “Why am I exhausted after I rest?”

• “Why do I miss someone who wrecked me?”

• “Why is my body louder than my brain right now?”

This is where you put it.
 Loui will listen, translate, and hand you back something sharp, soft, and useful.

✍️ Your Crow Confession (Copy + Paste Template or just ‘wing’ it in the form below.):

📌 Subject Line — Name the Spiral

Ex: “My back hurts every time I do something for myself”
 Ex: “He texted ‘hey’ and now I can’t breathe again”

📝 Dear Loui,

Tell me what’s happening—in your body, your heart, or your haunted group chats.
 The more honest, the more powerful the reframe. Don’t edit. Don’t spiritualize. Just bleed.

🤔 What do you think it means?

The guess that lives in your gut. The one you’re too smart to trust—but it keeps coming back.

😬 What do you hope it doesn’t mean?

Say the thing you're afraid is true.
 Yes, even that. Especially that.

🔥 Pick your Roast Level:

• Be gentle, birdfather

• Hit me with the beak of truth

• Just translate it—I’m tender but ready

📣 Can Loui use this anonymously in a Crow Confession sermon?

• Yes. Bless the others with my mess.

• No. This one’s for your eyes only.

📬 Want a personal response? Drop your email (optional):

No spam. No pressure. Just clarity. 

🪶 When you’re done:
 Take a breath.
 Hit send.
 Trust the part of you that’s finally ready to stop outsourcing your intuition.

Loui’s listening.
 The body never lies.