Your Problems are not Personal.

They feel personal. Of course they do. The grief that sits behind your ribs. The panic in your throat. The shame that stains your skin like smoke. It all arrives wearing your name.  You live out of this reality as though it were the truth.  Every single day.

But the truth is, much of what you carry - your restlessness, your rage, your sense that something is deeply off – the bone deep knowing that something is not quite right - did not begin with you.

You’re living out fractures that started long before your birth. Fault lines that opened in your lineage when the land was taken, when the stories were silenced, when the grandmothers were not listened to. When the old ways

were cut down, and replaced with machines and lies.

The systems we live inside- capitalism, patriarchy, supremacy - are not broken. They are designed this way. To alienate. To disconnect. To dismember the soul from the body, the body from the earth, the earth from the sacred.

You are not failing.

The pain that arrives is a voice asking to be remembered.

The work is not to patch yourself up as if your suffering is a sign of personal deficiency.   To shape yourself into someone who can manage and cope.  The work is to feel for the original tear - the one that split your people from their place, their practices, their power - and to kneel at that place of rupture.

To listen.

To witness.

To not rush to fix what was never yours to carry alone.

Because healing is not always forward. Sometimes it is down and back. Into the roots. Into the marrow. Into the stories buried beneath modern noise. Into something that began much further back than you. 

Back into the bones.

You are here to recover the thread. The pulse. The ceremony of what it means to be human.

Your pain is a sacred alarm. A map to the original wound. And maybe, just maybe, your life is the chance your lineage has been waiting for - to bring the broken pieces to the fire and begin again.