Healing Isn’t Just Bubble Baths and Burning Sage
When we talk about healing, people often picture scented candles, long baths, and crystals on windowsills. And while those things can be part of the process, healing; especially from something as soul-shattering as domestic abuse that runs far deeper than surface-level self-care.
Real healing is raw.
It’s gritty. It demands truth, tenderness, and radical self-honesty.
For me, healing meant unlearning the lies I was conditioned to believe about my worth, my voice, my body, and what I had to tolerate in the name of “love.”
It meant crying alone in silence, when no one could see.
It meant choosing myself again and again, even when it felt selfish or scary.
It meant standing in my truth, shaking, and saying no more.
It meant grieving the parts of me I had to abandon just to survive.
But here’s the truth that not many people say out loud:
Ritual saved me, too.
Not the Instagram-perfect kind, but the deep, private, intentional rituals that helped me come home to myself.
Lighting a candle with purpose.
Pulling tarot not for answers, but for reflection.
Whispering affirmations through tears.
Marking the moon with intention.
Creating sacred space where my soul felt safe to speak again.
These rituals weren’t decoration, they were anchors. They helped me stay rooted when the ground beneath me felt unstable. They brought the sacred into the ordinary. They reminded me I was still here. Still worthy. Still whole.
Healing from domestic abuse isn’t linear. It’s layered. It’s fierce and holy, all at once. And it doesn’t look the same for everyone, but it must be yours. Authentic. Alive. True to your rhythm and your wounds.
This is the work I now hold space for through Enchanted Circle. Whether it’s through one-to-one sessions, Sister Circles, or ritual-based healing, I walk with those who are ready to reclaim their voice, their power, and their wholeness, at their own pace, in their own way.
Because healing is both a reclamation and a rebirth.
It’s not always pretty, but it is sacred.
And you, love, are not broken.
You are becoming!
