I’ve sat with this one for a while.

Not because I didn’t want to share, but because I knew the moment I did, it would open something — in me, and perhaps in you too.

You see, for much of my life… I didn’t fit in.

Not at school.
Not in friendship groups.
Not even — especially not — with other women.

I was the girl who was too much and not enough all at once.
Too loud, too soft. Too sensitive, too strong. Too weird. Too witchy.
Not cool enough. Not pretty enough. Not like them.

And while I craved sisterhood — longed for it — I didn’t trust it.
How could I, when most of my deepest wounds were wrapped in the silence between women?

The Pain Beneath the Surface

It’s easy to look at what I’ve built now — the circles, the gatherings, the journal, the Sanctuary — and assume I’ve always had this clarity. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

There were years when I tried so hard to fit in, to be likeable, palatable.
I learned to smile through discomfort. I became an expert at people-pleasing.
I shrank myself. Smoothed my edges. Made myself small enough to be digestible.

In the spa and wellbeing industry, I felt it constantly — the comparison, the quiet competition between women, the subtle power plays that made me question my worth. It wasn’t sisterhood. It was survival.

And when my marriage broke — when I discovered betrayal not just from a man I loved, but from the woman he was with — it shattered what little trust I had left in female relationships.

Something died in me then.
But something else… quietly began to be reborn.

The Remembering

I don’t know if it was the land that called me back, or the moon, or the part of me I’d buried long ago.
But slowly — gently — I began to remember.

That I didn’t come here to fit in.
I came here to belong.
And they are not the same thing.

Belonging doesn’t require you to shape-shift.
It asks you to root in. To return.
To take up space as the woman you truly are.

It was in circle that I first felt that again — that warmth of real connection. That sigh of being seen, without performance.
And from that fertile soil, Sacred Sister was born.

Not as a business.
Not as a brand.
But as a beacon — for the women like me who never fit in, because we were never meant to.

What If Your Story Isn’t a Shame to Carry — But a Torch to Light the Way?

Sister, I wonder…
What is the story you’ve been carrying?

Where have you believed you were too much?
Or not enough?
Where have you been silenced, shamed, sidelined?

Where did you lose your voice… and what would it take to get it back?

We all have moments that cracked us open.
Times when we abandoned parts of ourselves just to feel safe, or loved, or chosen.
But what if those very moments are not signs of your failure — but the roots of your becoming?

The Sanctuary Was Built for This

The Sacred Sister Sanctuary isn’t just a membership.
it’s a reclamation.
Of voice. Of story. Of self.

It’s a place where no woman has to shrink, silence, or shapeshift.
Where your truth is welcome — messy, raw, holy.
Where your wounds can be held in love, not judged or fixed.

And it’s not for everyone.
It’s for the women who are ready to stop pretending.
To stop performing.
And to come home.

A Few Questions for You…

Take a moment, if you feel called. Light a candle. Breathe deeply. And let these prompts guide you home:

Where in my life have I felt like I didn’t belong?
What stories have I told myself about why I’m not worthy of sisterhood?
What parts of me have I abandoned to fit in?
What would it feel like to be deeply seen — and still loved?
Where am I ready to come home to myself?

From My Heart to Yours

If you’ve ever felt like the outsider,
If you’ve ever questioned your worth,
If you’ve ever longed for something deeper — but didn’t know where to find it…You’re not alone.

Sacred Sister was created for you.

And you don’t have to walk the long road alone anymore.

With love, always,
Laura x
Founder of Sacred Sister CIC
Sacred Keeper of the Sanctuary

If you want to hear more of my story and why sacred sister exists, raw and real, check out this weeks podcast…..

The Long Road Home: A Story of Sisterhood, Shame & Sacred Return