When Passion Loses Its Old Name – Why Intensity Stops Feeling Like Truth
- Brainz Magazine
- 5 days ago
- 3 min read
Written by Meghan Rusco, Leader and Innovator
As an Executive Contributor to Brainz Magazine, I'm passionate about exploring the frontiers of human potential and innovation.
There was a time when passion felt like being overtaken. It was loud. Chemical. Urgent. It lived in longing, imagination, and the restless pull toward something just out of reach. I used to believe that if something stirred me enough, unsettled me enough, pulled hard enough at my emotions, it must mean something real.
For many of us, especially women who have spent years in survival mode, caretaking roles, high emotional labor, or constant self-reinvention, intensity becomes the language of aliveness. We learn to associate butterflies with meaning. Chaos with chemistry. Longing with love. But there comes a moment when the body stops agreeing. I don’t know passion by that name anymore.
What I’ve outgrown is the primal yearning that once made me restless over things that weren’t actually mine. The kind of desire that hijacks the nervous system and disguises itself as destiny. The emotional weather feels electric but rarely feels safe.
At first, this shift can feel unsettling. Many women describe it as numbness. Emptiness. A loss of spark. We wonder if something is wrong with us. If we’ve hardened. If we’ve aged out of desire. If healing has flattened us. But often, what’s happening is something very different. The nervous system is recalibrating.
When you spend years in emotional intensity, relationships that keep you guessing, roles that require constant output, identities built on proving, pleasing, or persevering, the body wires excitement and survival together. Adrenaline feels like attraction. Cortisol feels like a connection. The highs and lows become familiar. And familiar gets mislabeled as passion.
As healing begins, the nervous system no longer gets the same chemical reward from unpredictability, fantasy, or emotional chasing. What once felt intoxicating starts to feel noisy. What once felt magnetic starts to feel misaligned. Not because you are broken. Because your body is no longer mistaking activation for truth.
These days, I notice that I’m often met with warmth. With interest. Sometimes even admiration. And occasionally, with a kind of fixation. But what people are usually drawn to is a part of me, a light, a softness, a familiarity, a reflection of something in themselves.
That’s human. We all meet each other in pieces first. What has changed is what I do with that.
I’m learning that I am more layered than first contact allows. More complex. More tender. More real. And sometimes, that’s more than someone expects. I don’t say that with pride. I say it with clarity. Because I am still growing. Still unlearning. Still very human. But I am no longer unfinished in the way I once was, the way that reached outward for completion, validation, or emotional anchoring.
What’s emerging now feels quieter. It doesn’t seize me. It doesn’t hijack me. It doesn’t scramble my sense of self. It feels more like recognition than craving. More like steadiness than spark. More like a slow, grounded yes. This is the phase many women are entering and not naming.
The season after longing. The nervous system after survival. The self after performance. It is not empty. It is spacious.
It is where creativity changes. Where attraction matures. Where boundaries stop feeling like walls and start feeling like self-respect. Where solitude stops meaning loneliness and starts meaning residence.
I don’t yet know what I will call this next way of wanting, creating, loving, or living. But I know this, I am learning how to be enough presence for my own life. And whatever comes to meet me next will not need to rescue me from myself, excite me out of my body, or consume my attention to feel real. It will need to be able to stand beside the wholeness that is already here.
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Meghan Rusco, Leader and Innovator
A seasoned thought leader and innovator, I bring a wealth of expertise to the table, fueled by a relentless curiosity for the complex interplay between technology, psychology, and success.
