The Real Healing with Tabitha

11/30/2025

They only wanted relief. 🌙
Pregnant women everywhere sought something gentle to ease their nausea. Something to let them rest.

Then came the “miracle”: Thalidomide. 💊
White. Elegant. Marketed as safe. Prescribed freely.

Doctors assured them it was harmless. Ads smiled. Confidence ruled. Testing? Optional.

And so the dream began…

A woman in London sleeps peacefully for the first time in months.
Another in Munich finally feels relief.

Thousands of pregnant women worldwide take the pill—
unaware of the tragedy growing inside them.

Then the due dates came.

But instead of cries of life… silence. 💔

A baby born without arms.
Another without legs.
A tiny girl with fingers like unfinished buds.

Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands.

The cause? Not luck. Not genes. Not nature.
Profit over proof. Marketing over medicine. Confidence over conscience.

By 1961, Thalidomide was pulled. But it was too late.
Over 10,000 children across 46 countries were already born with catastrophic deformities.
Mothers carried guilt that was never theirs.

Today, Thalidomide stands as one of history’s greatest pharmaceutical crimes.
A warning of what happens when science is silenced and trust is betrayed.

Some survivors still live today.
With prosthetics and unimaginable strength, they move forward—
living reminders that medicine can heal…
but it can also harm, when conscience is lost. 🕊️

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07/31/2025

Long before the modern world coined the term "post-traumatic stress," there were cultures that deeply understood the invisible wounds left by war. Among several African communities, a warrior returning from battle was not immediately welcomed back into everyday life. Instead, he entered a sacred period of transition—often lasting three lunar cycles—under the guidance and care of a spiritual healer or shaman. This was not punishment, nor exile. It was a ritual of healing, acknowledging that violence scars more than just the body; it disrupts the balance of the soul.

These ancient practices recognized war as a force that fractures the spirit. The belief was that the returning warrior carried with him a chaotic energy, a spiritual imbalance that could endanger both himself and his community if left unaddressed. One of the oldest healing rituals involved placing animal horns on the skin to draw out “stagnant blood”—a method akin to cupping therapy. Later dubbed “African cupping” by colonizers, this technique was more than medicine. It was a ceremonial act—a way of releasing not just physical toxins, but the unspoken pain and emotional residue of violence.

Today, we call it trauma; they called it spiritual imbalance. In our hypermodern, clinical world, where trauma is often treated with pills and silence, there’s something profoundly wise in these ancestral traditions. They remind us that healing is not just about treating symptoms, but about restoring harmony—within oneself, and with the world around. Perhaps, in the rush to advance, we've overlooked the power of ritual, community, and soul-level care. And perhaps, it’s time to remember.

07/23/2025