I Don’t Want to Heal Alone Anymore...Healing In Community

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The Noise

Soultribe… can I be honest with you?

I used to believe that strength meant suffering in silence.

When life hit hard — and oh, it hit hard — I didn’t cry out for help. I folded my pain into prayer, swallowed my exhaustion, and kept showing up like nothing was wrong. I wanted people to see me as the strong one, the one who always had it together.

But let me tell you something I had to learn the long way around:That kind of silence doesn’t make you strong — it just makes you lonely.

See, I grew up in a time where when you went through hard times, you did it quietly. You didn’t share your struggles. You didn’t burden others. You just dealt with it. And so, for years, that’s what I did — until my body, my spirit, and my faith all called a meeting I could no longer avoid.

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When Silence Became a Burden

There came a time in my life where one challenge followed another — miscarriage after miscarriage, financial struggle after financial struggle, heartbreak after heartbreak.

And every time, I went through it alone.

I told myself, “Nobody needs to see me like this. Nobody can fix it anyway.”But the truth underneath that was fear — fear that if people saw me broken, they’d never see me as capable again.

I kept praying, “Spirit, why is it that every time it’s my turn to go through something, I’m always left alone?”And still, I showed up for everybody else. Every friend, every family member, every client who needed me — I was there. But when I needed someone, the silence echoed back.

Until one day, I couldn’t keep it in anymore.

After my final miscarriage, I broke character. I let myself fall apart — and something beautiful happened.

One of my customers, someone I had only known through business, became my best friend overnight. She held me while I cried. She let me be human. And she didn’t flinch when I wasn’t strong.

In her kindness, I saw the medicine I didn’t even know I needed: witnessed healing.

Then another client — a woman whose home I had spiritually cleansed — came back to me weeks later, glowing. She was filled with gratitude, light, and grace. She thanked me with words and action — she volunteered to help me keep my store afloat when I was struggling to stay open.

That moment changed me.

Because while I was standing in the ashes of my breakdown — facing financial loss, emotional exhaustion, and spiritual depletion — people who truly loved me stood up beside me.

They didn’t owe me anything. They just showed up because that’s what love does.

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Healing Was Never Meant to Be Solitary, We Were born For Healing In Community

I realized that what I once called “independence” was really a trauma response.That my need to “handle it all” was really a fear of being disappointed, let down, or judged.

But here’s what Spirit whispered to me in that season: Healing doesn’t need to happen in solitary confinement.

I was not weak for needing witnesses to my growth.I was human.

And it was in that humanity — in my tears, in my vulnerability — that real love found me.

Because when you finally let people see your truth, the right ones don’t walk away… they walk closer.

The Practice: How to Build Healing Through Connection

Healing alone is what got us here, but healing together is what will get us through.

Here’s what I’ve learned about rebuilding trust and opening up again:

1. Invest in Those Who Invest in You.

Stop pouring into people who never pour back. Look around — who checks on you without needing something? Who prays for you without being asked? Those are your people. Love them fiercely.

2. Observe Your Circle.

Don’t confuse “like-minded” with “aligned.”Like-minded folks share interests; aligned souls share purpose.Find people who aren’t just in the same lane — find those driving toward the same destination.

3. Rebuild Trust From Empowerment, Not Trauma.

We’ve all been hurt. But you can’t build community from fear.Start small: share something honest, ask for help, accept help when it’s offered.Every time you do, your heart remembers that connection can be safe.

4. Join Communities That Feed You.

We are healing in community now, not outside of it.That’s why I invite you to join me live during Tea Time with Aunty this Thursday.We’re closing this month together — with stories, laughter, truth, and togetherness.

Because healing together is how we stay whole.

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The Tool

Join the Many Classes at B&P The Mystikal Apothecary — Where We Learn, Grow, and Connect While Building Community

When you’re opening your heart again, it’s okay to lean on sacred spaces that keep you grounded.

That’s why I invite you to join our classes at B&P The Mystikal Apothecary, where we come together as Soultribe to learn, grow, and reconnect — not just with Spirit, but with one another.

In our circles, we explore ritual, rootwork, and reflection. We share stories, laughter, and truth. We practice healing in community — because none of us were meant to do this work alone.

Whether you’re new to the path or deep in your journey, you’ll find space here to breathe, to learn, and to build bonds that feel like home.

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The Return

Soultribe, hear me — being strong doesn’t mean being silent.Being independent doesn’t mean being isolated.And being spiritual doesn’t mean doing it alone.

We heal best in witness.We grow best in community.

So take the walls down, just enough for love to come in. Let the ones who truly see you, hold you. You don’t have to heal alone anymore.

Peace and love, y’all. — Aunty Charmaine 🌿

Had to Break the Family Silence Before It Broke Me Breaking Generational Silence

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The Noise

There’s a kind of silence that don’t bring peace — it presses down on your chest like an old quilt soaked in secrets.

I grew up wrapped in that kind of silence.The kind that lives in the corners of kitchens after arguments, the kind that hums under every “I’m fine,” the kind our mothers and aunties wore like perfume.

They didn’t mean to teach it to us.It was the only language survival allowed.

See, in my family, we learned early that softness could be dangerous — that tears didn’t fix bills, and vulnerability didn’t keep lights on. So we learned to swallow what we couldn’t say.We smiled through pain and called it strength.

But the truth? The silence passed down isn’t sacred if it’s suffocating.

“If this message spoke to your spirit, come sit with me on the mic. I’m unpacking ‘When the Universe Puts You on Mute’ in this week’s episode of the Soultribe Podcast — where we talk about learning to truly listen to the Universe. 

Tap in and hear what silence’s been trying to tell you.”

The Roots

I was raised by strong women — unshakable, hardworking, prayer-warrior women. My mother, my grandmothers, my aunties — each of them carved from faith and fire.

My mother battled epilepsy. She was loving, but fragile. There were days her body betrayed her, and I had to grow up fast. I learned to read her breathing like scripture. To anticipate, to protect, to survive.

But in that space, something was missing — a tether.

I watched The Cosby Show like it was a manual for the kind of love I wanted — that visible, safe, soft kind of love. The kind where people talked through things instead of tucking them away.

But we didn’t talk. We just… kept going. And I inherited that quiet like a family heirloom.

The Inheritance breaking generational silence

I took that silence with me when I got married young.I built a life where connection was there, but vulnerability was optional.

We could laugh, but we couldn’t cry.

We could plan, but not process.

We could pray, but not feel.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to — I just didn’t know how.

The women before me had built entire worlds while swallowing storms. I mistook that for wholeness, when really it was survival.

And survival is not the same as healing.

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The Shift: The Awakening

By the time I hit my late 30s, early 40s, something in me cracked open.

I got tired of pretending that silence was sacred. I realized the guardedness I inherited wasn’t rebellion — it was a love language carved by heartbreak and endurance.

Our mothers didn’t withhold affection because they didn’t care.They withheld because they were afraid — afraid to want too much, to feel too deeply, to lose too hard.

And baby, that realization freed me.

Because healing isn’t about blaming our elders — it’s about decoding their survival codes.

Once I understood that, I stopped resenting their quiet and started learning from it, breaking generational silence.

Root Work

I started talking to my grandmothers — not in memory, but at the altar.

I’d sit with a cup of tea, light a candle, and whisper,

“Grandma, what did you go through?”

And somehow, the answers would come — through a song on the radio, a stranger’s story, or that ache in my chest that let me know I’d found truth.

I learned to face silence with softness.

Instead of cursing my lineage, I started asking it questions. Lighting incense became my way of focusing the prayer.I didn’t need to fix the past — I just needed to listen to it.

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Navigating Change

If you’ve felt that same silence pressing on you, here’s what helped me begin the unlearning:

1. Face Silence with Softness.

Don’t fight the hush. Ask it what it came to teach you.When the memories rise, breathe through them.Light incense or a candle to anchor yourself.

2. Forgive Without Forgetting.

Forgiveness isn’t about excusing what happened — it’s about freeing yourself from carrying it. You can remember and still release.

3. Build Daily Rituals.

• Play gospel or ancestral music while you meditate.

• Journal your dreams, your triggers, your tiny victories.

• Light candles and call your ancestors by name.

Healing the root is about honoring the soil — the good, the rough, and the buried.

4. Set New Family Standards.

No more lonely mothers. No more daughters mistaking silence for peace. No more pain dressed up as love.

The pattern stops here. With us.

The Tool

Lineage work gets heavy sometimes. That’s when I lean on my tools — reminders of my commitment, not replacements for it.

When the silence feels thick and the memories get loud, I reach for ways to learn Ancestral Practices from beadsandpotions.com.

It includes an Ancestor Candle for light, Quiet Storm bath for dreaming, and Ancestral Digital Affirmation Cards for presence. These aren’t “magic” — they’re bridges. Each item whispers, “You are not alone. You come from love.”

The Remembering

Breaking silence isn’t rebellion — it’s remembrance.

It’s whispering to your grandmama’s spirit,

“We heard you. We understand now.”

When you speak, you free the ones who had to hold their tongues to survive.And in that freedom, the next generation learns to breathe easier.

We’re not just healing ourselves, Soultribe.We’re rewriting the story — with love, with voice, with grace.

Peace and love, y’all. — Aunty Charmaine 🌿

My Body Called a Meeting, and I Finally Showed Up. listening to my body

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Soultribe, let’s tell the truth today —sometimes the body whispers for years before it ever screams.

And mine? She had been clearing her throat for decades.

I spent my early womanhood in a tug-of-war with her. Weight I couldn’t explain, exhaustion I couldn’t fix, cycles that felt like betrayal. I thought I was doing everything right — eating “okay,” staying busy, keeping the smile, keeping the peace. But my body was keeping score the whole time.

PCOS had been hiding behind every miscarriage, every surge of weight I couldn’t shed. And instead of listening, I did what most of us do — I pushed through, prayed harder, and punished myself in silence.

Because nobody tells you that discipline without embodiment is just control in disguise.

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The Universe Speaks Through the Body... listening to my body

When I finally slowed down — not by choice, but because my body refused to cooperate — I realized this wasn’t a punishment. It was a meeting I had been avoiding.

The agenda?

Embodiment. Discipline. Listening.

See, I had built a life around being dependable. Wife, mother, “everything auntie,” business owner, counselor, nurturer. But I wasn’t dependable to myself. I treated my body like an afterthought, an accessory to my purpose, instead of the vessel that made purpose possible.

It wasn’t until I got sick — the kind of sick that strips away the illusion of control — that I understood what divine accountability feels like. When your body calls a meeting, you don’t get to delegate attendance.

You show up. Fully.

The Shift: From Surviving to Stewarding

I stopped chasing perfection and started practicing partnership I Am listening to my body

I began with what I could manage:one tea, one breath, one choice at a time.

My daughter and I started researching herbs together — learning our lineage of healing, not just memorizing trends. I found comfort in the rhythm of steeping tea and whispering gratitude into the steam.

Shashandra became my nervous system’s guardian. Maca root became my hormone harmonizer — blended gently into matcha or green tea on my cycle days. These weren’t magic fixes; they were sacred agreements between me and my body: “I see you. I’m trying.”

I learned that strengthening the nervous system wasn’t luxury; it was survival.Because as you age, life’s blows hit deeper — and without fortification, recovery takes longer.

So I built rituals of restoration:

• Spiritual baths to release what the day left behind.

• Alkaline water, prayed over, to remind myself that intention transforms even the ordinary.

• Barefoot grounding on the grass at sunrise, crystal in hand, reminding my spirit that

  
  

  I belong to the earth, not to burnout.

  
  

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The Realization: The Body is the Temple of the Multiverse

Your body isn’t a problem to fix. It’s the altar where your spirit takes communion.

How can we receive divine energy if the vessel meant to hold it is running on empty?I had to stop waiting for health to feel holy. It already was.

So I began blessing my water. Touching my skin with love instead of criticism.Praying over my organs like they were sacred elders doing the work of keeping me alive.

Every affirmation became a sermon:

“I bless this body for showing up even when I didn’t.”“ I release guilt for the years I ignored her.”“I am home in myself.”

The Practice: Meeting Yourself Where You Are

This isn’t about perfection, Soultribe — it’s about presence.

You don’t have to overhaul your life overnight. Just promise to attend the meetings your body calls.

Here’s how you can start today:

1. Listen daily. Pause before your day begins. Place your hand over your heart and ask, “What do you need from me today?” Then actually follow through.

2. Move with intention. Walk barefoot, stretch gently, or dance — not for calories, but for connection.

3. Nourish your nervous system. Add adaptogens like shashandra, ashwagandha, or maca. Drink herbal teas that calm your spirit.

4. Bless what you consume. Water, food, even air — speak life into them. Words carry vibration.

5. Rest without guilt. Stillness is not laziness; it’s recalibration.

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The Tool: For When You’re Ready to Rebuild

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It’s the structure your healing has been waiting for — a full-body reset that mirrors what your soul’s been whispering. The bath detoxifies, the tea restores, the candle grounds. It’s not a cure; it’s a ceremony of commitment — the moment you say, I’m willing to listen.

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The Takeaway

Every scar, every symptom, every ache — they’re just messages.

Your body isn’t against you.She’s been trying to get your attention.

When she calls another meeting, don’t send your regrets. Show up with gratitude.

Because healing isn’t about becoming someone new. It’s about coming home to who you’ve always been.

Peace and love, y’all.— Aunty Charmaine