Healing Is Ghetto… But At Least My House Smells Good

Whew. Let’s talk about it.

This week tried it—and honestly, so did I. Healing is supposed to feel like lavender oil, journaling, and peaceful naps, right? But sometimes, it’s just you crying in your bonnet, side-eyeing your phone, wondering why you ever gave that man a second chance.

Yeah. That part.

Healing isn’t cute every day. Some days, I’m floating. Other days, I’m melting—mentally, emotionally, and sometimes all over my couch with a bag of Hot Cheetos in my lap. But even in the chaos, there’s one thing that keeps me grounded: scent.

For real, lighting a candle feels like the moment I reclaim the room.

Not just the space around me, but my energy too.

This week, Balance held me together when my peace was hanging by a thread. That lemon, white tea, and ginger blend? Baby, it gave “I may be crying, but I still care about my aura.” The flame was soft. The scent was strong. The vibe? Restorative.

That’s the thing about healing—sometimes it doesn’t start with therapy. Sometimes, it starts with the simple stuff:

• Cleaning your space

• Lighting something that smells like calm

• Reminding yourself you deserve softness, even when life’s hard

We don’t talk enough about how powerful scent is. How it wraps around you like a warm hug or gives you clarity when your mind is spinning. For me, candles aren’t just décor—they’re ritual. They remind me that I’m still here. Still healing. Still holding it together, even if it’s just barely.

So no, healing ain’t always pretty. But at least my house smells like a woman who refuses to settle for chaos.

Healing takes time. But a clean burn and a good scent? That’s instant relief.