My journey of sacred union begins, as we all do, in childhood.
Relationships with masculine influences in my life were marked by physical, sexual, and emotional abuse.
My overall foundational experience of the masculine was volatile, deeply unsafe, repressive, controlling, manipulative, unstable, and sexually exploitive. I learned to stay small, keep quiet, and out of the way. The rage built up inside my body ensured I’d never find myself stuck into the corners I imagined others were always placing me in. My tender heart and womb were suffocated with walls of armor made from rationale and logic, intended to protect me from painful experiences… However, the pain always seemed to find ways to break free of its careful containment to lash out and hurt the ones I loved.