🌿 Morning Reflection – June 10, 2025 – Bitter Tea
At the end of this week, it will be two weeks of drinking my bitter tea. Every morning, I steep a blend of wormwood, black walnut hull, and cloves. The first time I brewed it, the bitterness shocked me—I could barely swallow it. It was vile. Unapologetically harsh. I wanted to finish the cup, but I just couldn’t take it as it was.
So I reached for sweetness.
In the pantry, a 2.5kg jar of local honey. In the fridge, maple syrup. I chose the honey. One teaspoon. Still too bitter. Two—closer, but not quite. Three teaspoons, and finally, the tea softened enough to drink. The bitterness was still there, but now, it was bearable. Palatable. Something I could hold in my body.
This tea—this ritual—has become a mirror of where I am in my deconstruction journey.
The bitter truth of what religious indoctrination did to me was too much to face all at once. At first, I couldn’t digest it. It was sharp and overwhelming. It burned going down. I had to find a way to soften it—to find the sweetness that still lives in my life, the truth that grounds me now. That sweetness is what makes the bitter truths bearable. That’s what helps me keep going.
So each morning, I drink my bitter tea, sweetened just enough. I work through the pain that deconstruction reveals, and I root myself again in the goodness that is still here. In love. In choice. In freedom. In joy.
I’ll keep drinking this tea—bitter and sweet. Just like this journey. Just like life.
If this reflection resonates with a part of your own becoming, you’re not alone. Thank you for reading.
With an open heart,
Meagan