Facing My Old Demons with Wild Love
I read somewhere that today—June 24, 2025—would be one of the most meaningful days of the year for those born around my birthday. A day that could set the tone for the years to come.
I chose to believe it. Not because I cling to predictions, but because I needed a sign.
Lately, I’ve been juggling everything that comes with launching a book: meetings, marketing strategies, timelines, branding. And while my face is becoming more visible in media, I’m an introvert—I know, shocking to many. I thrive in intimate spaces, where presence and trust allow my story to unfold slowly. Many of you have heard parts of my journey face-to-face—whispered over tea, or in the quiet after a workshop.
But now, my story is no longer just mine. It’s becoming public—available to the world, not just to those I feel safe with.
"If I continue in the comfort of my adapted and quiet life, I will be denying the wild, intrepid, revelrous me that has longed to be unchained."
Alongside an incredible team, I’ve worked hard to ensure Awaken Your Roots reaches the very people it was written for: those walking the path of healing, remembering, and becoming. But behind the polished PR campaigns and author branding lies a more vulnerable truth.
An old fear has surfaced—the kind I thought I had already healed. The fear that the most tender parts of my story—the dark, the gray, the holy messy light—might be misunderstood, judged, or used against me. I’ve delayed writing this—almost too long—because exposing my deepest truths on such a large scale could cost me something sacred.
So today, on what’s said to be my cosmic turning point, I offer this truth—not as content, not as strategy, but as a manifesto. A declaration from the wild part of me that has waited long enough to be untamed and free.
Because this book was never just mine.
It’s for every woman who shaped herself to survive.
For every child who never had the words to name their wounds.
For every ancestor who never had the chance to speak their truth.
And if I want to stand in integrity, I can’t pretend to be fearless. I can only promise to be present—to speak even when my voice shakes, and to keep writing… even when the old demons come knocking.
That moment became a piece I call:
Old Demons
A Manifesto for the Wild Self
My body trembles to know that the old demons, once captured in the calabozo of the past, might surface again.
Sitting at the edge of a bright future, I have a choice: To turn away—so the fear of those demons doesn't reopen wounds that cost me the last ounce of endurance to heal—and to step back into the dreaded life I once built, one brick at a time... Or to gather all the strength I have, and face the demons the only way I know—head-on.
Staying in a conformed, adapted, quiet—even safer—life is the easier and more convenient choice. And while I am grateful for every bit of that life, I ask myself:
If this were the last stretch of my existence, what would I regret not doing?
The answer is far from pretty.
Because what surfaces through deep self-inquiry is this: If I continue in the comfort of my adapted and quiet life—tamed by the charge of old demons—I will be denying the wild, intrepid, revelrous me that has long longed to be unchained.
So today, I make a promise to the one who lived beneath timidity.
And I tell her:
If the demons break loose, face them with love.
If darkness spills from twisted tales, ignore them with love.
If the wild in you awakens unwholesome sentiments in others, remember your gifts and purpose—with love.
If you are banished from kinships for living your truth, remember the love of the hundreds you support.
Time is too limited to be who you are not.
Time is ticking.
Nature is calling your inner nature—the one that is untamed and free.
What will you choose?
I take a breath, look out the window at the bent oak nesting wilderness within itself, and I say firmly:
Yes. Wild. Untamed. Free. I am.
Because time—there is not.
Here I am.
This is me.
What parts of yourself have you silenced to stay safe?
Awaken Your Roots is an invitation to remember who you were before fear shaped you. If this piece stirred something in you—pause, breathe, and listen.
What is your wild self asking for right now?
Loving you,
Lorena
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