A Country, A Woman, and the Power of Rebirth
Roar like a lion
Dear Brave Souls,
This morning I cried.
I watched a video by Angel Ayahuasca (links below), and something stirred so, so deeply within me. I suddenly realised that my destiny mirrors Romania’s — and maybe yours as well. If you are an immigrant, this may resonate with you no matter where you’re from.
Romania — my beloved homeland — has been exploited, disrespected, her soul silenced by men in suits, arriving with false promises after the so-called revolution of 1989. A generous land, rich in culture and beauty, stripped of her dignity. Lied to. Exploited. Forced to carry burdens that were never hers.
Her resources depleted, her wealth destroyed. Her people left with few choices but to leave in search of an illusion — a “better life.” Torn in two by insane ideologies. Shackled by debt, internal fights. Drained.
She has been in the claws of narcissists.
It still amazes me how narcissism can enslave — not just individuals, but entire nations. Narcissism is like an animal with the head of lion, tail of a lizard, legs of an ostrich, ears of a pig, body of a snake, eyes of a reptile, they constantly shapeshift. One day it feels real, the next it makes you doubt your own judgment.
But I am here to tell you: If it feels like narcissism, it is narcissism. If it does not feel right, it is not right. And yes — Romania has long been ruled by dangerous narcissists, intoxicated by power, indifferent to truth.
Rules were imposed on her — not born from the soil, the soul, or the heart of the land — but from elsewhere, in contradiction with her own laws, her own spirit, her ancient rites. In the name of "progress," they disrespected all that was sacred.
They told her how to feel. How to behave. What to believe. As if her ancestral wisdom, her identity, her inherited truth, meant nothing. They tried to rewire her spirit in the name of “we know better.”
Now, on the cusp of change, maybe — just maybe — she is ready to reclaim her truth. Because by God, she deserves it.
I, too, have known that exhaustion.
Loss. Betrayal. Exploitation. Vulnerability. The knight in shining armour who turned out to be yet another illusion. Leaving in search of safety, silencing my truth for the sake of peace, watching the emperor walk naked, yet biting my tongue and calling it progress. I left Romania hoping to find safety.
Instead, I walked into a softer, more sophisticated cage. Just like the conquistadors once sold false promises wrapped in glittering packages, many were sold a mirage. A glittering lie. We carry our countries’s trauma and sometimes mirror it until we pay attention, until we notice, until we straighten our backs.
Like Romania, I tried to please. To welcome. To adapt. To learn — because, like her, I carried an inherited inferiority complex. And just like her, hospitality is in my blood. Manners live on my skin. Trust was given freely — without needing to be earned. And just like her, I woke up — painfully — to the lie.
I created. I cried. I painted. I screamed, a silent scream. I wrote. I healed others. I kept going. I trusted someone would have my back. But in the end, like Romania, I found myself drained — emotionally, spiritually, financially.
And like her at one point I found myself on the edge of my own election with a question:
Will I keep shrinking to survive — or will I rise, fiercely, to reclaim what was always mine?
Let me be clear: Sometimes, in order to rise, you have to reach the fire of anger.
You have to roar like a lion — not because you want to harm, but because someone took your voice, and you simply cannot stay silent anymore.
You are allowed to roar. To speak the truth. To stop playing small just because you’re polite, well-behaved, or have read the room and already know your truth won’t be accepted there.
Why? Simply because …
You have the same right as everyone else. You matter. Your experience matters.
Today, my work is shaped by this deep knowing — not from textbooks, but from the battlefield of life. I walk alongside people who are displaced, who are recovering from narcissistic abuse, betrayal, and bullying. People who are learning, often for the first time, that they have the right to say “no,” the right to be heard, the right to belong.
What I am doing is trauma therapy.
Trauma therapy not in a cold room with fluorescent lights — but trauma therapy that is alive, soulful, rooted in connection. Through art, creativity, writing, and nature, I help people reclaim their independence, their identity, their suzerainty— the sacred right to govern their own lives, without shame or apology.
I guide others back to themselves. To their voice. To their roar. To the parts of them that were silenced, shamed, or stolen.
If you’ve felt forgotten, used, discarded, or worn down by life —
I see you.
We are not broken.
We are in transition.
And we are not alone.
✨ Does your life story reflect the story of your homeland or your family line?
What are you reclaiming this year?
And are you ready to roar? I look forward to reading your comments.
I highly recommend Angel Ayahuasca’s channels. If you speak Romanian, this is the link Ingerul Ayahuasca. If you speak English, here is the link Ayahuasca Angel
Until next time, be well!
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