There is something I need to say.
The medicine path is often romanticised.
People see the feathers, the ceremonies, the devotion, the language of light.
They do not always see the cost.
They do not see the nights you unravel.
The relationships strained by your own unhealed edges.
The moments you become the wound while trying to heal it.
The times you hurt others because you had not yet learned how to hold your own pain.
