Cutting the Cord: A Bath Ritual, Self-Love, and Letting Go
This September, I stepped into the embrace of a new relationship, and like the unfolding pages of any love story, this fresh connection illuminated the fragments of my past I'd yet to heal. It was a stark realization that I still carried an energetic tie to a chapter I hadn't fully allowed myself to mourn. The whispers of unresolved emotions echoed in the background, a haunting reminder of a past relationship I needed to set free.
Let it be mentioned that while I did not necessarily miss this person (someone I wish the best in the world), the memory of our relationship still left me scarred—a subconscious lingering belief that I was not good enough and I was, in fact, unlovable.
The concept of "cutting a cord" to the past had reached my ears as soon as I started incorporating more “woo, woo” shit into my life, but the actual process remained a mystery. That's when intuition, like a gentle yet insistent guide, nudged me towards a profoundly personal ritual—a bath steeped in herbs, the soothing scent of sage enveloping me, and the deliberate act of setting ablaze my most agonizing journal page. Little did I know that this cleansing ceremony would unravel emotions buried deep within and pave the way for an intimate journey toward healing and self-love.
The water cradled my vulnerability as I submerged myself, the herbs releasing their essence, intertwining with the essence of my emotions. I came prepared with all my witchy tools—sage I had gathered, a journal page inscribed with a particular potent memory, and herbs (a blend of some loose-leaf chamomile tea and other herbs stored in my cupboard). The flickering flame of the burning journal page mirrored the intensity of the feelings I had harbored for so long. At that moment, the bath became a sacred space—a vessel for the release of grief, an acknowledgment of the pain I had carried, and a conscious decision to sever the lingering ties to an old relationship.
As the water drained away, I felt the weight of the past being carried with it. The symbolism wasn't lost on me—it was as if the very essence of my former connection was dissipating, making room for a new chapter. The vulnerability of that act, of consciously letting go, was both unsettling and liberating. I was cutting the cord not just to a person but to the emotional baggage that had lingered far too long.
This ritual became a pivotal chapter in my journey of self-discovery. It was an act of self-love, an acknowledgment of my own wounds, and a promise to honor the space that new love deserved. The echoes of the past no longer dictated my present, and the newfound freedom was intoxicating.
In sharing this deeply personal experience, my hope is that others may find solace in the vulnerability of their own healing journeys. There is strength in acknowledging the pain, courage in facing it head-on, and profound beauty in the renewal that follows. As I cut the cord to my past, I embraced a new chapter with arms wide open, ready to script a story infused with healing, self-love, and the promise of a brighter, unencumbered future.
