This is wellness; the active process of becoming aware of and making choices toward a healthy and fulfilling life. I can’t say it gets easier, you just get stronger — mentally and emotionally. The tools I have acquired have become muscle memory in exercising as I navigate life. I wouldn’t be here, able to share my testimony, if it wasn’t for the black women I ha(ve)d holding me up.
We do not have to like our mothers or have the best relationship with her, but we do need to heal this pain because it will fester and spill into other areas of our lives. Not healing this wound can even cause physical dis-ease in the body, particularly in the brain, the heart center, and the womb space. Healing the bond that exists between us and our mothers, whether she is in our lives or not, deceased or not, allows us to heal a very deep and critical part of ourselves.
Today as a devotee in the Yoruba tradition, I realize that the more I learn about myself as a woman, specifically a woman of color, the more I get to know who Oshun truly is, a deity who is just as sweet as she is fierce. The more I get to know who she truly is, the closer I feel that I become towards her.