You know how people say you have to hit rock bottom before you do something about it? My rock bottom was realizing I might not make it out alive from the home I was sharing with my (then) husband.
But that was my wake-up call, not the start.
For almost a decade I'd been in and out of therapy sessions. I'd tried medications, self-help books, everything without ever even getting close to healing.
At my best, I was feeling good enough to fake it through.
At my worse, I would lay in bed trying to remember if I'd showered that day or not. Or getting somewhere and having no memory of how I got there. Then I would sit there, anxiously rubbing sanitizer or lotion in between my hands.
My doctors told me my PTSD was chronic and that I had to learn to live with it. Or "cope" with it.
The way I was living my life, and the way many people live their lives, is not really living. It's just trying to survive.
But I didn't want to live like that anymore.
What saved me from my abusive marriage and later, healed me from the trauma I'd been through, was the knowledge I'd been taught since I was a little girl.
My peoples' ancestral knowledge.
I always say it started in 2008 because that's when my own research started, but... I was raised by a lawenche (medicine person), my grandmother. Her and my mother taught me since as long as I can remember.
In 2016 when I had just made it "out" and was technically homeless, I was part of a domestic violence support group. We would meet at a secret location next to a grocery store in Los Angeles. When the other women asked me how I could be so calm after what I'd been through, I taught them.
That's actually how SLG started and now we have members in over 35 countries.
Currently on Seminole land in Southwest Florida. Left California right at the start of the pandemic.
Ok, there's more but let's not waste anymore of your time...
count me in!