When two different practitioners told me the same thing—that my body is releasing ancestral trauma and the wounded feminine—it finally made sense. The rashes, emotions, exhaustion, and clarity weren’t symptoms of weakness, but signs of deep lineage repair. This season of boundary-setting, truth-telling, and self-honoring isn’t rebellion. It’s restoration. It’s where the cycle ends.

In my years of practice, one truth has become clearer than ever: real transformation only happens when there is devotion. Healing isn’t...

One year into my loc journey, I’ve learned that growth isn’t always linear—it’s lived-in, tangled, and beautifully slow. These dreadlocks, formed by intention and patience, have become more than a hairstyle. They are strands of healing, roots of remembrance, and a crown of becoming. Through each twist and tighten, I’ve been learning to trust the process—of hair, of spirit, of self.