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.

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 my

Let’s be real, Soultribe—how many times have you started your day feeling good, calm, even a little hopeful… only to have that peace snatched away by a single scroll through your phone, a stressful conversation, or an energy vampire in disguise? You wake up, maybe you say a quick prayer, sip some tea or coffee, feel grounded for a moment… then bam!—the world barges in. A disturbing headline. A rude text. The weight of bills, deadlines, family drama, or just that gnawing feel

You see, beloved, we are temples. Living, breathing, vibrating vessels of Divine energy. And just like we clean our homes, sage our rooms, and cleanse our crystals, we must do the same for our inner world. Life, people, places, trauma, social media, fear-based thinking—they leave spiritual residue. When your inner temple is full of clutter, confusion, resentment, or pain, your connection to Source becomes cloudy, your vision gets blurred, and your soul starts whispering, “Let