Lemonade Power Retreat
Dear Survivor,
There was a version of me I once clung to….a lighter, more trusting version before trauma, before betrayal, before I entered a system that dismantled everything I believed about justice and safety. I see her in old photos and memories, full of hope and spontaneity, and I ache for her like someone grieving a missing person. I’ve tried to find her in every healing practice, every breakthrough, but she remains out of reach.
I miss me.
The truth is, I’m still here, but I’m different now. More guarded. Less trusting. The walls I’ve built were necessary for survival, but they also keep out the parts of life I want to let in. And as much as I want to go back to who I was, I’m starting to understand that I can’t. That version of me doesn’t exist anymore, not because I failed, but because I survived something that changed me.
What I’ve come to realize is this: I’m grieving her.
Just like any other loss, this grief deserves to be honored. And while I may not get her back, I can choose what comes next. I can carry pieces of her forward—the kindness, the joy, the strength and I can let go of what no longer serves me. This is not about going back. It’s about becoming.
If you're reading this and nodding quietly or crying because someone finally put it into words, I want to tell you something: you are not the only one who feels this way.
The world may not understand what it means to be where you’ve been. Family may not get it. Friends may fade. Even professionals sometimes miss the mark. But I want you to know that there are others like you. Women who know the ache. The rage. The silence. The exhaustion. The grief.
And I’ve created a space for us to come together.
It’s called the Lemonade Power Retreat, and it’s more than a weekend. It’s a place where you don’t have to explain yourself. You just get to breathe. You get to be surrounded by others who understand, who have walked through fire too, and who are ready to hold space for each other with honesty, compassion, and strength.
We’ll be gathering on a spacious, private property in Madera County, California—a place that feels safe and sacred. We’ll be cared for by a private chef. We’ll move gently with a trauma-informed yoga instructor. We’ll ground ourselves through the healing vibration of sound bowls. These experiences are designed to soothe the nervous system, reconnect us to our bodies, and create space for healing at a soul level.
Check-in begins this Friday, May 16, between 2:00 and 5:00 PM, and we’ll close together on Sunday morning, May 18.
If you’re longing for connection, if you’re craving peace, if you’re tired of carrying it all alone, this space was made for you.
You deserve to rest.
You deserve to heal.
And you don’t have to do it alone anymore.
If you are interested in joining me next weekend, you can email tina@onemomsbattle.com.
With you in the struggle and in the healing,
Tina
