“You have a lack of self-love and self-worth, but a much deeper wound lies beneath. The mother wound cuts deep, but it’s also generational. This wound is being stored in your hips and has been cut off. Your mother caused deep pain when you were very little and she blames you for it. It’s actually kind of bizarre. Be gentle with yourself. Drink lots of water and pay attention to your feelings and anything that might come up. It’s time to let that shit go. It does not define you.”

I laid there in stunned silence, my heart pounding and tears stinging my eyes. I had never spoken to this woman before, yet her words hit me like a ton of bricks.

At first, I wasn’t even sure I heard her right. But the deep compassion in her eyes confirmed it. We were lying in a circle on the floor after a guided meditation, and several healers moved around the room offering different healing techniques. It was beautiful. It was intense. It was life-changing.

And yes, maybe a little weird.
But I like weird.

The Beginning of My Spiritual Awakening

On the drive home, I felt lighter—as if something had been lifted from me.

It was 2018, and my soul was starving for wisdom, connection, and healing. I was actively searching for a spiritual mentor, someone who could guide me because I felt broken in so many ways. I found a women’s healing circle online and signed up without fully knowing what to expect. I invited my sister-in-law to join me, and together we stepped into the unknown.

That moment marked the beginning of many profound, life-changing experiences.

Releasing Resentment and Exploring Generational Trauma

After that session, something shifted. I no longer felt resentment toward my mother. The familiar sting of abandonment had faded. Instead, I felt called to examine the deeper emotional wounds I had ignored for so long.

I began to see my mother differently—as a woman shaped by her own unhealed trauma. I saw how her past defined her, how hard she tried to break the cycle despite overwhelming odds. I saw her limitations, her intentions, and her humanity.

The Phoenix Must Burn to Rise

What followed was the slow death of the person I used to be.
Like a phoenix, I had to turn to ash before I could be reborn.

Again and again.
Over and over.

This was the beginning of a soulful transformation—a journey inward to rediscover who I really was beneath the layers of pain and protection. And it all began with:

• Forgiveness
• Acceptance
• Self-love
• Compassion
• Empathy
• And above all…
• Patience (So. Much. Patience.)

Why I’m Sharing My Healing Journey

This is my story.

I’m sharing this vulnerable piece of my heart with the hope that it might help someone else along their own path of self-discovery and emotional healing.

If even one person finds healing from childhood trauma through reading my story, then I’ve helped heal an entire generation. Because it only takes one spark to spread the light.

Here is that spark.
May it help shine the light in the darkness.

Much love,

Beth