Feeling Lost

A Whisper from my Wild Soul Post

Four years ago, I was in the woods, crying so hard I could barely see the path in front of me.

I was pleading—begging—for guidance.

Asking God, the Universe, my ancestors… someone… to show me a sign that I would be okay.

That it wouldn’t always feel like this.

That the ache would ease, the fog would lift, the ground beneath me would stop shifting.

I felt so lost.

So raw.

So unsure of everything.

I doubted myself constantly.

I doubted whether things would ever get better.

I doubted whether I was even worthy of something better.

And I definitely doubted whether I was being completely foolish for believing that things might work out.

I remember feeling like having faith was almost… irresponsible.

Like the world around me was falling apart, and here I was daring to believe that maybe—just maybe—this was all part of something bigger.

That there was purpose in the mess.

That the path would somehow rise to meet me.

Sometimes that whisper of faith was so faint I could barely hear it.

Sometimes I silenced it myself because I was afraid of how I’d be seen.

Afraid people would look at me and say,

“You need to stop being ridiculous and start being responsible.”

And honestly? That fear kept me small.

It made me question my intuition, my heart, my hope.

It made me shrink.

Over and over again.

But still…Somehow, I kept walking.

Kept whispering.

Kept trying to believe, even when it felt impossible.

Fast forward to today.

Same kind of walk.

Same woods.

But everything is different.

Not because I have it all figured out.

Not because life is suddenly easy.

Not because I’m never scared.

But because I feel at home in myself.

Even in the unknown.

Even in the not-quite-there-yet.

Somewhere along the way, the desperation softened.

The ache turned into awareness.

The breakdown became the beginning.

And I just want you to know—if you’re in that beginning place right now,

if your tears are fresh,

if your chest feels tight,

if you’re begging for signs and feeling like no one’s listening…

I was sent to tell you—

You are not alone.

This is part of the process.

This is not the end.

Keep walking.

Keep breathing.

Keep listening.

Even when it feels like nothing’s working, something inside you is shifting.

I promise you—there is peace ahead.

There is freedom ahead.

There is a version of you who feels rooted, who feels whole,

who looks back at this very moment and whispers,

You made it.

And I’m so proud of you.

Whispers from My Wild Soul

A blog series of soul remembering, healing, and transformation

These are the quiet truths that rise up when we slow down.

Reflections from the threshold of midlife, where the old stories begin to fall away and the wild soul stirs awake.

Here, I write from the heart—about crone wisdom, spiritual awakening, and the rituals that root me to the Earth and to myself.

These whispers are an invitation to return home to your own wise, wild soul.