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

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.

There comes a sacred moment in our healing when we stop replaying the hurt and begin honoring the lesson. Walking in the Wisdom, Not the Wound invites you to move beyond the stories that kept you stuck and step into the calm clarity of your own becoming. Guided by herbal allies like rosemary, chamomile, and lemon balm, we learn to release what no longer serves and embody peace rooted in purpose. Healing isn’t forgetting — it’s remembering who you are beneath the pain.