Dear Reader,
My autoimmune disease is back.
After more than a year in remission, my bloodwork confirmed a flare. Inflammation high. Vitamin D in single digits.
I felt it before the labs revealed it. A heaviness. A whisper. A quiet sense that something was shifting.
So here’s my question for you…
🌙 What lunar phase do you think I’m in?
Most people would assume waning. Sick must mean retreat. Pull inward. Conserve. Hide.
Some might say full moon energy—something hidden is being illuminated.
But I’m waxing.
And I need you to hear this gently.
Waxing isn’t a glittery expansion. It’s stretch. It’s recalibration. When you become more, your system has to reorganize around that growth.
Growth stirs sediment.
Sometimes when you level up, your body brings unfinished stories to the surface—old identities, unprocessed stress, patterns ready to release. Not as punishment. Not as failure.
As refinement.
I went to the doctor thinking I might be overreacting. Even he suspected a bug.
But I didn’t spiral.
That’s how I know I’m waxing.
The old version of me would have catastrophized. I would have gone straight to worst-case scenarios. I would have numbed the fear. Avoided responsibility. Called it unfair.
Instead, I noticed.
There was a 20-second window where fear grabbed my throat. I felt the wave of self-blame pass through—the holiday food, the stress, the quiet “Did I cause this?” thoughts.
But there was no shame attached to the reflection. Just awareness moving through.
Then grief came. A year of ease mattered. A quiet body mattered. I let myself feel that.
And then something steadier landed.
I know this rhythm well. I’ve walked it for years. I have language now. I have tools. I understand the space between sensation and story.
That space is everything.
Healing isn’t proven when nothing ever flares again. Healing is proven in how you respond when it does.
There is no panic in me. There is a plan, tenderness, and a strength that doesn’t need to perform.
This is waxing.
Not because it feels good, but because I am meeting it with expansion instead of contraction.
And let me say something clearly: I am not a disease.
I do not identify as “a sick person.”
This diagnosis informs my rhythm—but it does not define my identity.
It never has, and it never will.
This flare is something I am walking through. I'm still me, even within this storm.
I’m sharing this with you because so many of us mistake disruption for regression. We assume that if something surfaces, we must be failing.
Sometimes we attach our identity to the disruption.
We say, “See? This is who I am. Broken. Backsliding.”
But that isn’t always true.
So, if something is stirring in you right now (physically, emotionally, spiritually), pause before you label it collapse.
Sometimes you’re expanding into something your old self couldn’t hold or wasn’t strong enough to process. Sometimes expansion feels like unraveling before it feels like growth.
Ask yourself: "Am I waning… or am I becoming more?"
If you’ve ever wondered how to identify and understand your inner season or how lunar wisdom can help you heal, that’s the foundation of Wild Moon Healing.
It isn’t about predicting life. It’s about responding to it—in rhythm.
With love & lunar light,
Donna
Founder, Wild Moon Healers
