Moral of the story
Today was a day where everything asked for gentleness. After a PTSD-related cleanup at home — the kind that leaves your body aching and your mind drained — I reached for something I’ve come to rely on: the “Muscle Recovery” blend from Lana Essential Oils. That familiar scent, the gentle warmth of castor oil, and the ritual of care was exactly what my body needed. I followed it with a hot shower, trying to melt away what was left of the tension. But as I reached for the bottle, the worst happened — the pipette slipped. Glass everywhere. Fine, fragile shards sparkled across the bathroom floor — a sharp contrast to the safe and soothing ritual I’d hoped for. The good news: none of the oil was contaminated. The bottle had broken apart, but not within the blend. Small blessings. This is the thing with essential oils in glass pipette bottles — they’re beautiful and precise, but fragile. Especially when your hands are oily or you're not quite grounded after a tough emoti...