There was a time when I lived with constant womb pain — pain the doctors could never explain.

I did what we are taught to do:
I sought help from the medical system.
Test after test. Appointment after appointment.
Each time, I was met with blank stares, clinical indifference, and the same dismissive words:
"Nothing is wrong."

But deep down, I knew something was wrong.

When the system failed me, I made a choice: I would learn to listen to my own body.

I turned away from sterile rooms and turned back to the earth.
I prayed with my bare hands in the soil.
I laid my palms over my womb and vowed to hear her — even if no one else ever had.

Through years of somatic work, ritual, movement, and breath, I uncovered the truth:
The womb is not broken.
The womb is an oracle.

Healing your womb doesn't just transform your life —
it becomes a living prayer for the generations that follow.

If you are ready to reclaim your voice, your power, and your original knowing —
this is your threshold.