Remembering the Ways We’ve Always Healed
the Shift
Lately, I’ve been noticing a shift within myself. And it’s not a shift away from therapy or a rejection of the work I’ve spent years learning, practicing, and growing in. Actually, it feels like the opposite. Like a deeper understanding of why I was called to this work in the first place. It just took a little longer for it to come full circle to me.
For years, I have studied trauma, attachment, the nervous system, and evidence-based approaches that help people better understand themselves and their experiences. I deeply honor that work. I am grateful for my education, my license, and the privilege of walking alongside people during some of the most vulnerable moments of their lives.
Es una experiencia única que no se puede describir fácilmente.
But lately, I have felt myself being pulled toward something else, too. Something older. Something familiar.
Un recuerdo que vive más allá de mi cuerpo.
As I continue reconnecting with my roots, my culture, and my spirituality, I find myself asking questions that feel important:
What did our ancestors know about healing that we have forgotten?
What wisdom was passed down through our families and traditions?
What happens when we honor both the knowledge we have today and the wisdom that has existed for generations?
the REMembering of our roots
I have been thinking a lot about the ways our ancestors already knew how to care for one another before healing became something that needed a diagnosis.
They healed through community, pláticas, storytelling, ritual, prayer, nature, and connection. Through remedios que uno aún practica aunque no entienda el porqué. They knew that healing could look like a cup of té de manzanilla when you were de nervios. A warm meal made with love. A plática that helped carry a burden cuando sientes que no puedes dar más. A limpia or curarte de susto when the energy felt heavy. A reminder that you were never meant to walk through life alone.
They understood something that I think many of us are remembering now:
Healing was never meant to happen in isolation.
the remembering of myself
Growing up, I always felt different. Siempre me consideré la oveja negra. La rara.
I was a deep feeler. The one who questioned things. The one who sensed there was more beneath the surface. The one who didn’t always fit neatly into what was expected of me.
Even when I didn't have language for it, I always felt connected to something deeper. To intuition. To energy. To the feeling that there was more to healing than what could be easily explained. For years, I pushed those parts of myself aside in order to fit into the boxes I thought I was supposed to fit into. Now, I find myself welcoming them back home. I don't believe we have to choose between ancestral wisdom and clinical knowledge.
I don't believe honoring our roots means rejecting therapy or science. I believe healing can be expansive.
There is room for trauma-informed therapy and cultural healing.
There is room for understanding the nervous system and honoring the body's wisdom.
There is room for clinical knowledge and ancestral knowing.
Lo que sabes a base de tu intuición.
breaking cycles and creating a new legacy
As a Latina, I feel a deep responsibility and gratitude for the generations before me who carried so much. The generations who survived, adapted, loved, and found ways to keep going. But I also feel called to honor the wisdom they carried.
The practices. The traditions. The connection. The belief that healing was possible, a pesar de los desafíos.
I think about what it means to be a cycle breaker.
Rompiendo ciclos.
We often talk about breaking cycles as ending what harmed us, and that is part of it. But it is also about creating something new. It is taking the healing we have done within ourselves and allowing it to ripple outward to create a different kind of inheritance; one that is not built only on pain, survival, or things left unspoken, but on love, connection, attunement, and healing.
I often think about the generations before me and the generations that will come after me. The people who carried what they could and survived what they experienced. The people who passed down both their wounds and their wisdom.
My hope is that I can continue creating a lineage of healing; one where the work does not end with me. Because what a powerful thing it is to be part of a generation that says:
This is where the cycle changes.
This is where something different begins.
This is where healing continues.
El ciclo termina conmigo.
the future of inner mente
I don’t know exactly what this evolution will look like for me or for Inner Mente. I am allowing myself the space to explore, learn, listen, experience, and grow. But I know that I feel called to continue creating spaces where healing can be honored in all of its forms. Spaces where people can reconnect with themselves, their stories, their culture, and their own inner wisdom. Because healing has always been bigger than one approach.
And maybe, in many ways, we are all just remembering what our ancestors already knew.
Y como siempre,
tu magia, a tu manera.
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