🌹 Dear Mystic Ali

Why Do I Feel So Exhausted by Love on Valentine’s Day?

Dear Mystic Ali…

Valentine’s Day has a way of amplifying the tender places inside the feminine heart.

Even women who are loved…
Even women in partnership…
Even women surrounded by family…

can feel a quiet exhaustion rise to the surface this time of year.

And many don’t understand why.

So today, I want to speak gently into something I see often in the Akashic field of women…

Something I call The Sigil of the Martyr.

The Love That Costs You Your Life Force

Valentine’s Day celebrates love…

But for many women, love has not felt like celebration.

It has felt like responsibility.

Like emotional labor.

Like holding the relationship together.

Like anticipating needs before your own.

And somewhere along the way…

Love became synonymous with sacrifice.

You learned:

“If I give more… I will be loved more.”
“If I need less… I will be easier to love.”
“If I carry everything… I won’t be abandoned.”

This is the Martyr Sigil.

An energetic imprint formed not through romance…

but through survival.

Why Valentine’s Day Can Feel Triggering

This holiday shines a spotlight on love.

And when that light turns on…

it illuminates both fulfillment and depletion.

Women may notice feelings like:

• Sadness they can’t explain

• Emotional fatigue

• Longing to be cared for

• Grief from past relationships

• Resentment they feel guilty admitting

Not because they are ungrateful…

But because their nervous system remembers how much love has cost them.

Valentine’s Day can activate the subconscious question:

“When is it my turn to be loved like I love others?”

The Body Never Lies

The Martyr Sigil doesn’t just live in the psyche.

It lives in the body.

Often stored in:

• The throat → unsaid truth

• The heart → accumulated grief

• The womb → suppressed sensuality

• The solar plexus → hyper-vigilance

Many women feel extra pressure here around this holiday.

Tightness.

Fatigue.

Even inflammation.

Because the body is processing the emotional labor it has carried for years.

Not pathology.

Patterning.

Love vs. Overgiving

True love is reciprocal.

Martyr love is one-directional.

On Valentine’s Day, women may realize:

They are exceptional givers…

but uncomfortable receivers.

They plan the dinners.
Buy the gifts.
Hold the emotional space.

But when love is offered back…

they feel awkward, guilty, or undeserving.

This is the imprint of sacrifice conditioning.

Releasing the Martyr in Love

Healing this pattern isn’t about blaming partners…

or rejecting love.

It’s about releasing the subconscious vow that says:

“I must abandon myself to be loved.”

Because that vow will always create exhaustion.

This Valentine’s Day becomes powerful when you shift the contract.

From:

Love = sacrifice

To:

Love = reciprocity

A Valentine’s Attunement

Place your hand on your heart for a moment.

And gently say:

I no longer lay myself on the altar of love.

I receive love as deeply as I give it.

My needs are sacred too.

I release the identity of the martyr.

I rise into the woman who is cherished… including by herself.

Let that land softly.

When the Queen Returns

When the martyr dissolves…

The Queen rises.

Not hardened.

Not closed.

But sovereign.

She loves deeply…

but not at the cost of her life force.

She gives generously…

but also receives fully.

She no longer confuses exhaustion with devotion.

A New Valentine’s Day

So if this holiday feels tender for you…

You’re not broken.

You’re becoming aware.

Aware of where love depleted you.

Aware of where you abandoned yourself.

Aware of where your heart is ready for reciprocity now.

And that awareness…

is the beginning of healing.

Dear Woman…

You were never meant to suffer for love.

You were meant to embody it.

To feel it meet you.

To feel it hold you too.

So whether you are partnered… single… healing… or remembering…

Let this Valentine’s Day be the one where you remove the martyr crown…

and place the sovereign one back on your head.

You are worthy of love that nourishes you.

Not just love you survive.

And as always…

I will meet you in the field. 🌾

With love,
Mystic Ali 🤍