Content Warning/Trigger Warning: Medical talk ahead. If you don’t want to read about my mental and physical health struggles, no hard feelings – this one won’t be for you!
Today is going to be a more personal blog post compared to the more educational blogs I’ve been leaning towards. I’m a helper – I care deeply, all the time, pretty much about everyone. It’s how I began the Untamed Priestess. It’s why I am still trying to keep this going.
When I first created The Untamed Priestess, it was about reclaiming my wildness — helping other women awaken their power and live untamed. But the path of healing is never a straight line, and recently, I found myself facing a challenge I never expected.
On April 4th, 2025 I was diagnosed with diabetes.
It shattered me.
Suddenly, my own body felt like foreign territory. All the trust I had built with myself over years of healing seemed to slip through my fingers. I wrestled with fear, grief, confusion — and underneath it all, a deep, aching loneliness, with a tinge of hopelessness – what a cocktail!
Even my spiritual path started to feel…silent.
I asked the Gods for help, for signs, for strength — and for a while, it felt like no one answered.
It was like the connection I had built through my Pagan practice, my devotionals, my rituals — had vanished overnight.
I wondered if the Gods had abandoned me.
I wondered if I had failed them somehow.
I wondered if I was truly alone.
But here’s what I learned:
The Gods never left me.
I had abandoned myself.
In the stillness of my grief, when I let myself feel instead of forcing strength, I realized They had been holding me the whole time. In every breath I fought for. In every tear I allowed myself to shed. In every sunrise I watched through blurry, exhausted eyes – literally! I’ve started getting up bright and early so I can add some more movement to my day and let me tell you changing up your own sleep routine is hard.
My faith didn’t need to look polished and powerful. It just needed to be real.
I began reconnecting to my devotions in small ways: whispering prayers with my morning insulin shots, lighting a candle and letting the smoke carry my sorrow to the Otherworld, offering my messy, imperfect heart at their altar.
Slowly, the sacred came back to me.
Or maybe I just opened my eyes again?
Mindfulness became my anchor — and my faith, my compass.
If you’re walking through a season of struggle, know this: the wild divine within you is never lost. The Gods are not asking for your perfection. They are asking for your presence.
You are still sacred. You are still powerful. You are still held.
✨ I’m walking this path right beside you. And we are never, ever alone. ✨
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