Hannah Litt LTD

15/06/2026

I was taught to fear God.

Fear getting it wrong.
Fear asking questions.
Fear not being enough.

What I discovered is that the questions I was told not to ask were the very things that brought me closer to my faith.

This is a story about Islam, but it’s also a story about patriarchy, grief, neurodivergence, healing, and what happens when people are taught to comply instead of understand.

It’s one of the most personal things I’ve written.

Read it here:
https://open.substack.com/pub/hannahlitt/p/i-was-taught-to-fear-god?r=559f0h&utm_medium=ios

09/06/2026

I watched The Principles of Pleasure on Netflix this week, and there was one statistic that didn't shock me, but it kinda did.

It was the or**sm gap.

Depending on the study, heteros*xual men or**sm between 85–95% of the time during partnered s*x. For heteros*xual women, it's closer to 54–65%.

The gap is often bigger than the gender pay gap.

And honestly?

I don't think it's really about or**sms.

I think it's about women.

I think it's about what happens when generation after generation of women are taught that our bodies don't belong to us.
Our bodies have been controlled.

Shamed, Policed, Sexualised, Objectified, Violated, Legislated.

Used as battlegrounds for politics, religion and power.
We've been told we're too much and not enough all at the same time

Too loud. Too emotional. Too s*xual. Not s*xual enough. Too ambitious. Too difficult. Too sensitive.

And somewhere along the way, many of us learned to leave our bodies.

To disconnect from them.
To stop listening to them.
To mistrust them.

Because for so many women, surviving has meant learning how to make everyone else comfortable first.

When I look at the or**sm gap I don't just see a statistic.

I see another symptom.

Another reminder that we live in a world that has taught women how to give long before it teaches us how to receive.

Give your time.
Give your energy.
Give your labour.
Give your body.
Give your care.

And then feel guilty when you ask for something back.

The Divine Feminine isn't about aesthetics for me.
It's about remembering.

Remembering that our bodies are not something to be conquered, controlled or ashamed of.

They are home.
They carry wisdom.
They carry intuition.
They carry joy.

And maybe that's why this statistic has stayed with me.
Because I don't think the real question is why women or**sm less.

I think the real question is:
What would happen if women stopped believing that everyone else's needs mattered more than their own?

07/06/2026

I’ve been here, but I’ve not really been here, if that makes sense.

I’ve been present, but I’ve had to be away because I came across a child. A child that was terrified. A child that needed more than that child ever knew. And I always said one thing, it’s always been about protecting children for me.

I found a child that was terrified and wasn’t even sure what she was terrified of. I found a child that was forced into survival, a child that was braver than she needed to be. I found a child that smiled while carrying the deepest wounds.

I found a child that didn’t remember much. I found a child that had dissociated, not because she wanted to, but because she had to survive. I found a child who still felt everything so deeply, but had been told that feeling and asking why was a problem.

That child, that child was me.

So I’ve been away protecting the child that became my responsibility. I have been nurturing the child that raised herself. I have been giving grace and empathy to the child that was taught that her feelings were too big and too much, and that caring and having empathy made you weak.

I’ve been reminding and empowering the child that was taught her worth was based on a job title and how much money she had in her pocket.

One thing about this journey is that it makes you feel, whether you want to or not. It makes you unshackle the shackles that you’ve learned to carry, knowing full well it’s going to break your heart to do so.

It’s choosing comfort for the first time because you realise your life was filled with discomfort, which is why comfort didn’t make sense to you.

So I’m not here to do this post to say that I’m back. I’m here to say that, for the first time ever, I’ve allowed myself to feel.

And while this hurts, I get it now when people say you can die from a broken heart. We don’t talk about the grief that you feel for people that aren’t dead. The mourning that you feel for the life you thought was normal.

We don’t talk about that heaviness, that shame that was never yours to carry.

But despite all this, I feel stronger than I ever have because once you see things, you can’t unsee them. And when you see them, you have to do something with it, even if it means knowing that nothing will ever be the same again and nobody is coming to save you.

So I guess my social media out-of-office is on at the moment not because I’m on annual leave, not because I’m sick, but because I’m on a journey to return back to exactly who I was meant to be.

06/06/2026

Hi everyone,

I’m gathering reflections from South Asian women about identity, family expectations, culture, relationships, work, faith, self-worth and the things we often carry quietly.

I’ve created a short anonymous survey that takes around 6 minutes to complete.

This is not linked to any organisation, employer or institution. It is simply an attempt to listen and better understand the experiences of South Asian women today.

I’d love to hear from as many South Asian women as possible, whether you’re thriving, struggling, questioning things, or simply reflecting on your journey.

Survey link:

https://form.jotform.com/261557801096057

Please feel free to share it with other South Asian women too.

Thank you so much.

Please click the link to complete this form.

20/05/2026

If it helps you sleep at night, you’ve won. You’ve won being devoid of honesty and integrity. You’ve won violating civil and human rights. You’ve won violating the constitution and due process. You’ve won being inhumane, unethical, abusers and frauds. You’re winners. Come get your medal 🏅

18/05/2026

Trigger Warning: Death, restraint, violence, racism, police accountability

I’m not sharing the video.

I’m not going to contribute to the spectacle of a Black man’s final moments being passed around the internet while people become desensitised to human suffering.

I refuse to drain somebody of their dignity in death for clicks, engagement, outrage, or debate.

But I also refuse to stay silent.

Say his name.

Yves Sakila.

A 35 year old Congolese man who had lived in Ireland since 2004.

According to reports, Yves Sakila was restrained by multiple security guards on Dublin’s Henry Street following allegations of shoplifting. Footage reportedly shows him being held face down on the ground for several minutes before Gardaí arrived, including attempts to pin or hold his head and neck down during the restraint.

He was then handcuffed before becoming unresponsive. CPR was performed before he was taken to hospital where he was later pronounced dead.

Investigations are now examining whether the restraint and force used contributed to his death.

And I’m going to say this plainly.

A man was pinned to the ground by multiple people and never made it home alive.

That is not something we should become numb to.

Because too many people still rush to justify force before they even ask whether somebody’s humanity was protected.

Too many people still only care about dignity when the victim is seen as “perfect”.

I don’t care what somebody is accused of, no human being should end up dead like this.

And yes, we need accountability from all systems with power over human life, security, police, governments, institutions, all of it.

Because none of us can afford to keep looking away while deaths during restraint become normalised.

Say his name.

Yves Sakila.

08/05/2026

You all still don’t get it

08/05/2026

For my activists and my family In humanity

08/05/2026

A lot of people have asked me how I’m so brazen with the work I do in the corporate space here’s my answer

31/01/2026