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Welcome to the new root system.
Built on ashes. Fed by truth. Growing wild.
Here, we don’t fix ourselves.
We remember ourselves.
Through art, movement, story telling, silence, and jiu-jitsu.
we reclaim what was buried beneath survival.
I created this space after a long season of survival, silence, and performing.
Because I was suffocating inside the ones I used to belong to.
Because I was tired of performing while silently falling apart.
Tired of curated “healing” that skipped the breakdowns.
Tired of being told I was too much, too intense, too angry, too wild, when really, I was just being honest.
This space was born from that turning point, when everything I built was stripped down, and I stood in the wreckage asking myself the only question that mattered:
What wasn’t aligning?
It wasn’t just the schedule. Or the workload. Or the endless demands.
It was the feeling that I had outgrown the version of myself that built it all.
What wasn’t aligning was the pressure to keep producing while I was quietly unraveling.
The way I kept showing up strong when what I needed was stillness.
The expectation to always lead, serve, create, give without ever fully being seen.
I started to notice the cost.
The way I softened my edges to be more palatable.
The way I silenced my gut to avoid disruption.
The way I started disappearing from my own life, one compromise at a time.
And eventually, I realized:
What wasn’t aligning was me.
Not the real me, the one who thrives in raw truth, creative fire, unapologetic expression.
But the version I was maintaining to be accepted, validated, or understood.
So I stopped.
Stopped forcing.
Stopped pleasing.
Stopped pretending the container still fit, when it had become far too small for who I was becoming.
Wild Collective is what emerged from that pause.
It’s not about fixing yourself.
It’s about telling the truth about who you are now and building from there.
I am not here to offer inspiration or perfection.
What I teach now is rooted in creative fire.
It’s not soft.
It’s not filtered.
It’s not here to perform.
This space is for those who’ve stopped performing.
Who no longer confuse visibility with value.
Who aren’t here to be palatable, agreeable, or branded as empowered.
This is for the ones who know: reclamation is deliberate.
This isn’t about what we lost.
This is about reclaiming what no one can take from us and that is our jiu jitsu, our character, and our truth.
If that resonates, welcome to the show.
The building has collapsed. The mask are off. The stage is burning.
Which only means one thing…
Its’s our time to shine, baby.
“I didn’t escape the fire. I learned how to walk through it.”
why join wild collective?
Because you’re done performing healing.
Because you’ve outgrown spaces that confuse silence with peace.
Because you’ve been called “too much,” “too intense,” or “too emotional” and somewhere deep down, you knew they were wrong.
You don’t need another wellness space built on soft tones and spiritual bypassing.
You need a place that can hold your power, not dilute it.
A place where your anger, tenderness, talent, grief, and joy all belong.
Where the word wild is a compliment, not a warning.
“Crazy,” by definition, implies mental derangement, often linked to unhinged or aggressive behavior.
Even in the dictionary, gender bias is baked in:
“Stella went crazy and assaulted a visitor.”
“I’m crazy about Cindy.”
“Keep that crazy away from me.”
Language has always been a tool of control.
And “crazy” has long been the label thrown at women who were too loud, too knowing, too emotional, or simply inconvenient.
In the witch trials, they called medicine women dangerous.
In abusive relationships, manipulators accuse their victims of the very tactics they use themselves.
“Everyone talks about the witches. No one talks about the people who burned them.”
This isn’t new.
Pay close attention and you’ll see it, the abuser projecting their guilt, shrinking responsibility, and weaponizing the “crazy” label to discredit the one telling the truth.
Even today, when a woman speaks out about assault, she’s often met with,
“She must have done something to deserve that.”
Wild Collective was born as a direct response to this pattern.
We don’t reclaim the word crazy.
We expose the harm behind it.
And we resurrect the wild it tried to bury.
what is new
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But it was grief. It was rage. It was a normal response to loss, abuse, and betrayal.
It was knowing too much and being told to be small, stay quiet.
We’ve seen this pattern for centuries. Different stage. Same spell.
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So they made her one.
They weaponized her tone, her past, her pain. Anything to discredit the mirror she held up.
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Isn’t the woman who broke down.
It’s the one who caused the fracture and stayed polished.
The abuser in plain sight.
The one who lit the fire, then called her crazy for burning.
That’s the danger we were trained not to see.
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This is the moment. Where the shrinking ends. Where silence breaks.
Where you stop editing yourself to be safe and start reclaiming the pieces they told you to hide.
You don’t owe them your softness.
You owe yourself your return to what survived the fire.
You don’t have to prove it to anyone. You just have to see it for yourself.
support this work
This space isn’t backed by investors or grants.
It’s built from the ground up by one woman who’s lived through the fire and chose to turn it into fuel.
Every print, every poem, every class, every offering you see here is part of something real.
No team. No machine. Just me writing, creating, rebuilding after loss, and choosing not to disappear.
If this work has moved you, helped you in any way, or reminded you of your own fire, please consider supporting it.
Your donation keeps this space alive.
It buys time to create something meaningful.
It says: this kind of truth matters.
If you fell inclined, you are more than appreciated. You are making a difference in my life too.
With the deepest gratitude, thank you for seeing me.
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