They say healing isn’t linear. I say healing is ancestral.
For me, reclaiming my power didn’t happen in a meditation app or a quick detox. It started the day I looked back — not just at my past, but at my people.

I am a descendant of Lingueer Ndatté Yalla Mbodj and Lingueer Penda Mbodji — warrior queens from the Walo Kingdom of Senegal. Women who did not ask for permission to lead, love, or liberate. Their blood runs through me. Their strength pulses in my cells.

For years, I ignored that truth. I lived in survival mode. I tried to “fit in” to systems that weren’t built for me. But deep down, I was craving something more — a reconnection, a spiritual homecoming.

Through ancestral healing, I:

 

    • Reclaimed my identity beyond colonized narratives

    • Shifted generational trauma into generational power

    • Honored my lineage through rituals, plant-based wellness, and mindfulness

And in doing so, I unlocked a deeper level of peace — one that can’t be bought, only remembered.

This is why I do what I do. This is why I coach. Why I write. Why I teach.
Because when you heal with your ancestors, you heal for your descendants.

You don’t need to be a historian to connect with your roots. All you need is a willingness to listen… to slow down… to remember.

This blog is one of the many ways I keep that connection alive.

🕯️ To my great-grandmothers, grandmothers, and the daughters yet to come — this is for you.

“When we heal, we do not begin. We continue the work of those who came before us — and make space for those yet to come.”
— Inspired by African ancestral wisdom