25/04/2026
I want to talk about something that's been sitting with me.
When I announced my hysterectomy, I received comments from women in the spiritual community who were gobsmacked that I didn't just heal myself.
That I, a woman who works with the womb, with the yoni, with the divine feminine, chose surgery.
Let me be very clear about something.
If I were a 20-something, no children, self-professed spiritual guru living in Bali with unlimited time, resources, and the luxury of a body unburdened by chronic stress,
I quite possibly could have pulled together everything needed to "heal" myself naturally.
This is not my reality.
My reality is three teenagers who need their mother present. A business I built from nothing as a solo parent for over a decade. A body that had been carrying chronic stress for years while I kept pushing through, kept performing strength, kept ignoring what she was trying to tell me.
I chose surgery.
Not because I gave up on my body.
Not because I abandoned my spiritual values.
Not because I don't believe in the body's capacity to heal.
I chose it because I am a woman living in the real world with real responsibilities and real limitations, and suffering is not a spiritual practice.
The fact that women came at me with this, other than revealing their own fear and projection, is the exact reason I needed to be the person who chose surgery and speaks about it loudly.
Because somewhere out there is a woman just like me.
Exhausted. Overwhelmed. In pain. Googling at 2am.
Being told by the spiritual community that she just needs to meditate more, eat differently, do more womb work,
while her body is screaming for a different kind of help.
She deserves permission to choose an option that isn't suffering.
This post is for her.
Spiritual wankery has no place in a woman's real life.
Your body. Your choice. Always.
