Souling #208 Becoming the Medicine: Healing the Wounds of Female Disconnection

There’s a particular kind of ache that settles deep in your bones when the women you longed to be seen by don’t show up.

Not just the women beside you, the women before you.

Mothers. Grandmothers. Aunts. Sisters.

The ones who couldn’t hold your softness,

because they were never held in theirs.

It’s a grief that doesn’t always announce itself.

It can feel like disconnection.

Like tension in your shoulders.

Like shrinking yourself in rooms filled with women who trigger something ancient in you.

As life unfolds, this ache is often reaffirmed.

Female friendships that began with soul and spark, but ended in silence, betrayal, or absence.

Women who once felt like home, but couldn’t stay when your truth got loud.

When your needs grew.

When your tenderness asked to be met.

And maybe… maybe you hurt them, too.

Maybe your ache became your armor.

Maybe the fear of being left made you distant, cold, or defensive.

Maybe you never learned how to stay, because all you knew was how it felt to be left.

This is the quiet echo of a wound unhealed.

The heartbreak of not-enoughness passed down through generations

and played out in the sacred spaces of female connection.

It doesn’t just live in the mind.

It pulses through your nervous system.

It stiffens your body.

It guards your heart.

It vibrates in your energy field, teaching you to distrust love even when it’s real.

But hear this, beloved:

You are not broken.

You are becoming, remembering.

This is not the end of your story.

You get to grieve.

You get to forgive yourself for what you didn’t know.

You get to soften into your own becoming and remembering.

You get to choose women who can walk with you now.

You can mother yourself with the love you never received

and offer it to others in a way that heals in both directions.

You are not too much.

You are not unworthy.

You are not beyond wholeness, you are wholeness.

You are the one becoming the medicine

for yourself, and for the line you came from.

May this healing ripple forward and backward.

May it reach the younger you who waited.

May it reach the women who couldn’t stay.

And may it bloom into connection that can finally hold all of you.

In Loving Trust,

Mindy