fitness
Feminist fitness defends the notion that women work out for them - they ain't training to be your trophy wife.
Notes from the Mind Palace
Living with fibromyalgia and dysautonomia means inhabiting a body where the internal thermostat, the alarm system, and the volume dials are completely broken. The nervous system isn't just misfiring; it is shouting constantly. The chronic, widespread pain of fibromyalgia feels like an uninvited current humming beneath your skin, while dysautonomia leaves your autonomic functions—your heart rate, blood pressure, and temperature regulation—scrambled and unpredictable.
By Syl De'Vil17 days ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace
There is a distinct kind of exhaustion that comes from living inside a fortress of your own making. In the architectural layout of the mind palace, the walls are thick, reinforced by years of survival, hyper-vigilance, and an ironclad rule: protection above all else. But when you sit alone in the center of that fortress, the quiet reveals a heavy, frustrating paradox. You can want human connection, safety, and love more than anything else in the world, while simultaneously feeling your entire nervous system lock down at the mere prospect of being perceived or touched.
By Syl De'Vil17 days ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace
The house is dead silent, but inside my ribcage, the engine is still throwing heavy sparks. Everyone else gets to slip away into the dark, trading the weight of the day for soft edges, slow breathing, and effortless drift. For them, midnight is a curtain that drops cleanly, bringing an end to the noise. But for me, the dark isn't a relief—it’s a mirror. It is a wide-open canvas where the shadows start to take shape if I sit still for too long, a quiet room where the past likes to pull up a chair and wait.
By Syl De'Vil20 days ago in Viva
Cosmic Displacement
Beneath the silent canopy of the trees and the cold light of the stars, a lifelong outsider finds her true reflection. There is a heavy, ancient silence that only exists deep beneath the tree canopy after midnight. Out here, away from the synthetic hum of the house, the endless logistics of a large family, and the relentless demands of the daylight world, the air completely changes. I step out into the cold grass, pull my star-covered robe tight against the chill, and look up through the dark, jagged silhouettes of the branches.
By Syl De'Vil20 days ago in Viva
The Armor of the Metalhead Matriarch
Out here in the predictable daylight of the suburbs, a forty-five-year-old mother of seven stands out. People notice the sheer scale of a massive family and automatically file you away into a neat, conventional box. They assume your identity has been entirely swallowed by the endless cycle of groceries, laundry, and schedules. They think the story ends there.
By Syl De'Vil20 days ago in Viva
Rearranging the Broken Furniture Inside My Head
I often find myself thinking about what it means to simply not be here—not in this era, not in this body, not in this heavy, suffocating space. There is a persistent, quiet displacement in my chest, an exhausting sense that I was dropped into the world entirely out of sync, born either way too early or far too late. I exist permanently on the periphery. I don’t fit into the conventional puzzles of society, and I don’t fit within the familiar walls of my own family. When you are an outsider in your own home, alienation becomes your default baseline.
By Syl De'Vil20 days ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace.
There’s a strange transformation that happens when your kids become adults. You think you’re finally done with the chaos — the sticky hands, the mystery stains, the “is it POOP or chocolate?” or "why is this wet" moments. You think adulthood means peace, quiet, stability.
By Syl De'Vil23 days ago in Viva
Unsupervised with Syd And TP Podcast
Podcasting has led the way in women's sports shows. Typically, TV has a woman on a sports show with several male co-hosts. Radio has made small strides. There are now numerous sports podcasts with women at the helm. That’s especially pertinent when the show reviews women’s sport leagues like the WNBA.
By Frank Racioppi3 months ago in Viva
The Day the Router Died
The glowing blue light of the living room router did not just blink out; it felt as though it took the literal oxygen from the room with it. For Marcus, the silence that followed was immediate and deafening. His thumb instinctively scrolled against a completely dark smartphone screen, frozen mid-swipe on a social media feed that would no longer refresh. Across the room, his teenage daughter, Maya, stared blankly at her tablet as her high-definition video feed froze into an ugly, pixelated mosaic of unmoving colors. In the kitchen, his wife, Sarah, paused mid-recipe, her smart-screen refrigerator suddenly refusing to display the next culinary step. The smart home had gone completely dumb in a matter of seconds, and the family was left stranded in the quiet aftermath.
By Asghar ali awan4 months ago in Viva









