Wild woman rising
This journal has lived in my bones for years...It came through in whispers...during dark nights...in moments I was unraveling...and in the fire of remembering who I am...She is not just a journal...She is a homecoming...A sacred rebellion...A return to the truth of your feminine soul...
A descent. A burning. A holy return.
There comes a moment in a woman’s life when the way she has been surviving is no longer enough...When the quiet ache becomes a roar...When the body starts speaking louder than the mind...When something ancient stirs and refuses to be silenced any longer...Wild Woman Rising was born from that moment...Not from mastery...But from loss...From abandonment...From betrayal — of myself — just to survive...I didn’t create this journal because I had mastered the feminine.
I created it because I lost her.
Because I abandoned her for years...Because I didn’t recognise myself in the mirror...Because my body was numb...Because I forgot how to feel...And because when I finally remembered...when I finally let her speak...everything began to burn…and then bloom.
THIS JOURNAL HOLDS THAT FIRE.
The descent...The rupture...The holy return...Through guided prompts, wild reflections, and deep emotional invitations, you will journey through:
The Descending.
Where you slow down, soften, and meet what has been buried.
The Burning.
Where truth rises, illusion burns, and what no longer belongs is released.
The Rising.
where the woman beneath the survival returns to her body, her power, her knowing...This is not about becoming someone new...It’s about burning away everything you’re not.
This journal does not tell you who to be...
It meets you where you are...In the exhaustion...In the longing...In the ache for something more honest...It honours shadow and light...It brings the sacred into ordinary days...It gives you permission to stop fragmenting yourself just to belong...Somewhere along the way,
you may notice something shift...A softening...A remembering...A fire you thought you’d lost...And you’ll realise—
You were never broken. You were buried.
This journal is your mirror...Your fire...Your freedom...She’s ready...Are you?
