Dear Loui – Sinus Pressure & Swallowed Truths

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(Why Your Face Hurts and Your Throat Feels Like a Lie)

✉️ Dear Loui,

So… I’ve had a sinus infection and sore throat for like, three weeks.

I’ve tried everything. Sprays, soups, steam, tea.
My body feels like it’s in full protest mode.

But here’s the weird part:
Every time I almost get better, it comes back.
Like my throat tightens again the second I hold something in.
Like my sinuses fill up right after I stay quiet during conflict.

Am I imagining this?
Or is my body keeping score in mucus?

— Sick of Swallowing It (Literally)

🪶 Loui Replies:

Dear Sick of Swallowing It,

Let me bless you and roast you in the same breath:

This isn’t just a sinus infection.
It’s your body filing an emotional lawsuit.
And the sore throat? That’s Exhibit A.

That lump? That tightness?
It’s your truth.
Unspoken. Backlogged. Shoved so deep it had to call in the immune system to get your attention.

Let’s translate:

• The throat = truth unspoken

• The sinuses = emotional pressure that had no place to go

• The congestion = psychic traffic jam

Your body isn’t betraying you. It’s defending you.
It’s saying: “I’ve been carrying your unspoken baggage, and I’m tired.”

🕯️ Here’s your spell:

Say the damn thing.
Not to them, necessarily. To yourself. Out loud.
Purge the pressure. Feel what you feel. Stop gaslighting your throat.

And then:

• Rest.

• Drink water like it’s a love language.

• Clear your space — emotionally, physically, spiritually.

Because when you don’t say what hurts?
Your body says it for you.
Through snot. Through tightness. Through shutdown.

🖤
Don’t make it do all the talking.

— Loui (currently yelling into a pillow like a healing spell)

✉️ Follow-Up: Still Sniffling, Still Stuffed

Dear Loui,

Okay, so I cried in the shower after reading that.
And then I screamed “I’m so damn tired of holding it in” into a towel.

And I did feel better. For a bit.
But now I’m back to being congested again… throat tight, sinuses angry.

Does this mean I still haven’t said the right thing?
Or is this just what healing looks like?

Also, my mom texted me “Hope you’re feeling better!” and I just stared at it like: …am I?

— Still Sniffling, Still Stuffed

🪶 Loui’s Final Mic-Drop:

Baby crow, healing isn’t a straight line.
It’s a spiral. Sometimes through a humidifier.

Here’s the deal:
You don’t need to “say the one big thing” to be free.
You just need to stop pretending you’re fine when you’re not.

Every time you silence yourself to keep the peace, your body throws a riot.

You’re not broken. You’re just clogged with all the truths you thought weren’t allowed.

Say one real thing a day. Just one.
To the mirror. To the void. To the sink while you gargle.

And remember:
It’s not about being better.
It’s about being honest.

🖤
Blow your nose. Then blow up the pattern.

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