Saidi Bess, adopted at birth, grows up without trust in “mother,” numbing early pain with drugs and alcohol before long-term sobriety. Drawn to plant medicine, she travels to the Peruvian jungle, where night ceremonies, ícaros, and a mantra—“I trust you, Mother”—reveal a womb-rooted abandonment wound and repeating patterns of pain. She then studies death and grief (thanatology), finds language for disenfranchised and ambiguous loss, and begins ancestral healing with altars and prayer, sensing intergenerational pain release. Her message: grief moves in spirals, not lines; it is a teacher and initiator, a threshold where loss transforms into deeper love and connection.