Feeling Lost or in Transition? You Might Be Experiencing a Spiritual Rebirth

We die and are born again, over and over.

Not just once, when we come into this world, but many times—both as souls and as humans. These cycles of death and rebirth might not always look the same, but the core of the experience is familiar. In these moments of transformation, we often:

• Feel lost

• Grieve or feel angry

• Let go of old ways, relationships, thoughts, behaviors, or patterns

• Learn something new

• Grow in unexpected ways

• Get woken up—shaken, stretched, or invited into a new way of being

• Step into the unknown, the unfamiliar, the uncertain

• Begin to feel alive again

• See the world differently, sometimes as if for the first time

This process can feel disorienting, even overwhelming at times. But it’s also where spiritual rebirth takes place. A deep transformation that offers us the chance to emerge anew. After each period of loss, grief, or change, spiritual rebirth invites us to embrace new beginnings and step into a fresh chapter of our lives.

Lately, I’ve been reflecting on this cycle deeply. It’s been showing up in my life in different ways. I was given a writing prompt at a poetry open mic I attend each month—a space where I’m reconnecting with and reclaiming my voice. The prompt was simple: “Tell your birth story.”

But what poured out of me wasn’t just the moment I was born into this world. It was all the other births I’ve experienced in this life—times when I shed an old skin or stepped into something new, whether by choice or by circumstance. Like...

• When I was baptized in the Catholic Church

• When I realized I was gay and spoke that truth aloud for the first time

• When I became a therapist

• When I chose sobriety

• When I stepped into my spiritual awakening and embraced my soul’s gifts

Some of these were chosen by me, and others felt like they were chosen for me. But maybe, all of them were chosen by my soul.

Because we don’t just live one life. We live many. Sometimes within the same lifetime. Each death. Each rebirth. Each moment of unraveling or becoming is all part of our soul’s evolution.

We come into this world with things we long to remember, lessons we’re here to learn, and people we’re meant to walk beside. And through every ending, something new begins. Whether we feel ready or not. A new self. A new way. A new truth.

So, I want to share the poem that came through me in response to that birth story prompt. It’s a reflection of all the ways I've been born, not just once, but many times.

The Tides of Rebirth

How many times

have I been born as a soul?

I’ve walked down the hallway,

filled with many doorways to other lives.

So, how many?

It sure feels like a lot.

But, I’ll probably never know.

At least not while I’m still here,

in this body.

But I can tell you,

how many times

I’ve been born in this life,

And, surprise!

It’s more than once.

Yes, I came into this world

crying and screaming

at precisely 4:44 in the morning,

where I was marked for life as a triple water sign.

“You squeezed through a very specific

place and time in the universe,”

At least that’s what an astrologist once told me.

I guess that birth

was setting me up for the rest.

I was less than a month old

when I was born again.

This time the water that cleansed me

was holy–or so they said,

I cried then too.

That life only lasted 16 years

until I was forced to leave behind

what I once thought was true

in exchange for my freedom.

My new life as a baby gay began,

I cried then too.

As I sat waiting

for my first ever client

clinging to my schooling

that taught me how to

tuck away my humanity

for a blank slate,

I wanted to cry,

But I didn’t.

After all there is no space

for my emotions

in this new world calling being a therapist–

or so they said.

The crying that happened

sometimes with little prompting

when I chose to clumsily step into

a new way of being

called sobriety,

wasn’t always comfortable.

But it was necessary to breathe new life

into one I had been shortening,

and playing God with.

I wouldn’t fully realize how much

I had lost touch

with my spirit and deeper purpose

until my most recent birth.

A brutal one coming out of

someone else’s death,

as one soul left their physical body

my soul returned to mine.

A spiritual awakening they called it.

I called it coming back home.

Boy, did I cry then too.

All those tears could have filled

a new place to be baptized,

except it would be no where near a church,

but perhaps, closer to what I consider God.

This birth connected to my first,

where I arrived at 4:44am,

and only now am I understanding

what that all really means.

It’s not just a time,

But a purpose, a mission,

Something greater than myself.

Yet only a snapshot of one of many births.

Of one of many lives.

Of my time, as a soul.

If this speaks to you—If you’ve been feeling like you’re in the middle of an ending, or a beginning you can’t quite name yet, know this: you are not alone. Your angels and guides are with you, offering support with every step. You’re in a sacred cycle. One that’s asking you to trust the process, honor the grief and the growth, and let the light of who you are becoming lead the way.

If you’d like support as you navigate your own death-and-rebirth moment, I’d be honored to walk alongside you. Let’s connect.

You are not lost. You are becoming.