The Real Reason You Think You’re Broken


The Real Reason You Think You’re Broken

Your healing isn’t incomplete; it’s asking for a deeper doorway.


Joaquina Mascuch: 🗞️ December

To the women awakening to what makes their souls light up, to those walking in their truth, and to the ancestors whose footsteps carved the way. May our hearts learn to open with both strength and tenderness for all beings.

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I’m sitting here with a warm cup of tea, wrapped in a shawl that still smells faintly of cedar smoke from the evening fire. The sky is that muted winter-grey on our first snow day of the year, the kind that makes the world feel softer and quieter, as if something old and wise is inching its way back into our awareness.

My body feels a little heavy today, not unwell, just slower. The kind of slowness that invites honesty. And in that openness, something keeps tugging at me to write to you.

Over the last few weeks, woman after woman has come into my space whispering the same fear: “I’ve done the therapy. I’ve done the ceremonies. I’ve read the books. So why am I still stuck? What’s wrong with me?”

If you’ve ever had that thought, if you’ve ever feared you were somehow the one exception to healing, I want to say this to you gently, and clearly:

You’re not broken. You’re just healing at the wrong level.

Most of us try to heal from the neck up.

The mind becomes the battlefield, the diagnosis, the explanation, the place we keep returning to for answers. We dissect our patterns, analyze our past, and narrate our trauma origins like seasoned historians.

But so much of what aches in you was never created at the level of the mind. It was created in the body. In the lineage. In the energetic field. In the places where words don’t reach, but knowing does.

When the healing isn’t happening at the right level, it doesn’t matter how much insight you gain. Awareness without embodiment becomes a loop, a spiritual cul-de-sac.

Today, I want to share some of the ways I’m learning to shift levels, to meet healing where it actually lives instead of where I wish it lived.

As winter descends and the veil thins inside and out, these are the practices I’m returning to—quietly, reverently.

- Listen to the wound beneath the wound.

When activation arises, the mind wants to explain it. It wants a story. It wants a reason. But the body already knows the truth without language.

Ask yourself: Where is this living in me right now? Is it tightening your chest? Clenching your jaw? Sitting heavy in your belly? Respond to the sensation, not the narrative. This is where real healing begins.

- Notice when your old identity is trying to complete a cycle.

What feels like regression is often an identity dissolving. The people-pleaser, the overgiver, the caretaker, she’s trying to finish her arc. Instead of judging yourself, bow to her. Thank her. Let her go with reverence. Every identity we outgrow deserves a proper funeral.

- Stop trying to fix the surface when the root is ancestral.

Some patterns persist no matter how much mindset work you do. That’s because they were never yours alone. When the wound is ancestral, it requires elemental tools: fire, breath, ritual, nature, prayer, and relationship. Healing becomes a conversation with what came before you.

- When guilt or shame arises, ask: whose voice is this?

Most women carry inherited shame. Shame from mothers, grandmothers, cultures, and systems. Guilt from the Good Girl archetype guarding the gates of your expansion. Whose voice echoes through your mind? Once you recognize it isn’t yours, it loses its power.

- When your mind spirals, drop into your lower body.

The mind is smoke. The body is earth. When you’re spinning, place your hands on your womb, belly, or thighs. Let your awareness sink downward, like water returning to a lakebed. This is where instinct and truth live.

- Let grief be your teacher, not your enemy.

Grief isn’t a malfunction; it’s devotion. You grieve because you care. Because you love. Because you’re alive enough to feel. Grief softens the armor around your heart so something new can enter. Let it guide you.

- Let receiving be part of your healing plan.

Most women believe they must earn tenderness. Receiving activates wounds of unworthiness, but it is medicine. Start small: A compliment. A moment of gentleness. An offered hand. Say yes. Let it land. Receiving is reparations for a lifetime of overgiving.

- Follow the places where your body softens.

Your body speaks in subtle shifts: A breath that expands. A jaw that unclenches. A belly that settles. Softening is your soul’s compass. Move toward what softens you. Move away from what hardens you. This is a profound spiritual discipline.

- Trust the seasons inside you.

There are moments to rise and moments to descend. Times to bloom and times to compost. If you’re tired, unclear, or unraveling, you’re not failing. You’re in winter. And winter is sacred. It is the gestation before the rebirth. Honor the season you’re in.

Healing is messy, cyclical, spiraled, and beautiful.

It evolves as you evolve. And nothing about you is broken. You are simply being invited deeper than before.

Thank you, as always, for walking this path with me. For remembering yourself one layer at a time. For letting yourself descend into the places where real healing happens.

You are not broken. You are just healing at the right level now.


Welcome home to yourself.

Deepest Munay,

Joaquina 🦋


Munay is a Quechua word meaning “pure love” or “will”—the life force that moves through all things. It is the energy that calls you back home to yourself.


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