Gut Feeling

Gut Feeling - CBT

CBT, Gut Feeling, and Getting Myself Back on Track

This is just a small blog post about something that genuinely helped me. It’s CBT, it’s gut feeling, and it’s the way those two things can meet in the middle. CBT doesn’t literally mean “follow your gut,” but it does mean paying attention to what you feel and what your body is doing. For most of my life, I’ve relied on gut instinct — how situations made me react, how people made my body respond, that immediate sense of “this is right” or “this is wrong.”

Perimenopause changed that. Things became blurry, uncertain, and I lost that automatic body reaction I’d always trusted. I didn’t know what was instinct and what was hormones, and it left me unsure of myself for the first time.

But I’ve got my gut feeling back. Fully. And I trust it again.

One of the things that helped was the CBT triangle — the simple poster that shows the link between thoughts, feelings, and behaviors. There’s a lot of debate around CBT, plenty of for and against, but for me it worked. Having something literal in front of me, something that showed the words, the feeling, the physical reaction, and the way I wanted to deal with it, was brilliant. It gave me a way to map what my body used to tell me automatically.

I used that triangle to get my gut feeling back. And now I’m back on track. I don’t really need the triangle anymore because I know the feeling, I know the situation, and I know exactly where I want to go with it. But I still recommend it. It’s simple, it’s clear, and it helped me reconnect with myself when things were shifting.

I just wanted to share it.

Footnote

This worn piece of paper stayed folded in my purse for ages. I hardly need it now — it’s just a backup, a reminder in case my brain and body ever feel out of sync again. Those three simple steps realigned my gut feeling, and now it’s just a well‑used guide that helped me trust myself again.

And a reminder that for a neurodivergant person I use to many words and the point gets lost or argued back at me by the cleverer person, with CBT this no longer happens, to the point and focused.

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