When I Finally Remembered My Own Medicine

When I Finally Remembered My Own Medicine

I remember sitting in that cold waiting room, wrapped in a paper gown, wondering how a place meant for healing could feel so lifeless. My body had begun to change, sleep restless, emotions unpredictable, heat rising for no reason. The doctor glanced at my chart, wrote another prescription, and told me to “manage the symptoms.”

I tried. I took the pills, I followed every instruction, and yet nothing shifted. My energy drained further. My body felt foreign, heavy, unresponsive. Each visit left me more defeated, more convinced that the system was built to manage, not to heal.

Then something in me stirred,  a quiet but steady voice that said, Enough.

I turned toward my own body and asked, “What do you need?”
That question changed everything.

It began with a single cup of tea. Lemon balm leaves steeping in the sunlight, their scent rising like a promise. The first sip softened my nervous system, the tension in my chest easing as my breath deepened. I could almost hear the plant whisper, Let it go. You are safe now.

The next morning I brewed dandelion and milk thistle, earthy and bitter. As I drank, I felt warmth radiate through my liver, like light moving through the fog. I began to understand that my body wasn’t fighting me,  she was asking for care.

Then came nettle and schisandra, vibrant and full of life. They spoke to my adrenals and my blood, reminding me of strength and vitality. I felt my energy rise gently instead of in spikes. My sleep grew deeper. My thoughts clearer.

I began changing what I ate,  not from fear, but from love. I let go of coffee and caffeine, feeling how much calmer my adrenals became without the constant push. Processed sugars faded away, and with them went the mood swings and the fog. I set down dairy and eggs, and my body thanked me with clearer skin and smoother digestion.

When I felt the call for protein, I chose grass-fed, grass-finished meat from animals raised with care, cooked simply, with gratitude. Every meal became a dialogue between my body and the earth, clean food, pure water, real nourishment. I stopped reaching for fast food or anything that came in a box. Instead, I filled my plate with color, life, and sunlight.

I spent more time outside, barefoot on the summer grass. I let the sun kiss my skin, the wind carry my thoughts. I began speaking to my organs the way I would to beloved friends.
“Thank you, liver, for processing so much.”
“Thank you, adrenals, for all the times you kept me strong.”
“Thank you, blood, for carrying my life.”

The conversations became daily prayers. My body responded, softer, stronger, more alive.

Then came the deeper work,  the kind that reaches beyond words.
Through Akashic Medicine Sessions, I began to see the deeper stories written in my field, old emotional imprints, ancestral fatigue, and programs that once told me to shrink or to care for everyone but myself. Each session felt like peeling away layers that were never truly mine, allowing the real me to breathe again.

Through EFT sessions, I met my emotions with compassion instead of resistance. I tapped through anger, grief, guilt, and exhaustion until the energy beneath them transformed into clarity. Every session left me lighter, more grounded in my truth.

And then there was yoga, slow, heart-led, breath-infused movement that reconnected me to my body. Each pose reminded me that healing isn’t about effort; it’s about listening. My mat became a mirror of my journey, surrender, strength, and soft power woven together.

I met other women on the same path, each of us tired of being told our bodies were failing. We gathered in gardens and kitchens, steeping herbs and sharing stories. We tapped to calm our hearts, moved to free the fascia, breathed to awaken energy. Together we remembered that the body is a conscious, intelligent being that only ever seeks balance.

Now I wake with the sun, full of clarity and strength. My body feels trustworthy again. I am not surviving this season; I am thriving within it.

At Stone & Bloom Wellness, we walk this path together,  women choosing to support our bodies through herbal medicine, movement, nourishment, energy work, and remembrance. We fill our cups with courage, empowerment, self-love, and healing.

If your heart feels the pull to remember your own medicine, you already belong here.
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Always consult a qualified healthcare provider regarding any concerns about your health, hormones, or emotional well-being. Every body and field responds differently; take what resonates and let go of what feels complete.

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