On the Other Side of Postpartum Psychosis
No, you can't have my joy.
A little over a month ago, I was admitted to the hospital.
While it would be more socially acceptable to say it was for "postpartum blues", I would be only telling a half-truth. Yes, my admission was based on postpartum hormonal changes. But the experience in my brain was far beyond "depression".
An Open Letter to My White Son
Why the change?
You can't have my joy.
Not even if you don't believe in me.
Not even if you think I'm flaky…
Samhain: Death, Labor, and Rebirth
If you were on my website a week ago, you are probably surprised by what this website looks like now. For the past three years, I have been seeing private Thai Yoga clients, teaching yoga, and blending together all sorts of holistic modalities. Eir Heart was a smattering of yoga and healing offerings.
But. That's not where I am anymore.
Saying no: balancing pregnancy, business, and relationships
And finally it is Samhain. The ancient Celtic fire festival, All Hallows Eve, Halloween, The Day of the Dead. The day when the veil between the worlds is the thinnest. The celebration of the season when the energy of the world begins to draw inward. A time for us to contemplate how much we have grown, what we have achieved, what we have learned, what challenges we faced, and what we have lost.
Most mothers will tell you that being pregnant -- and then being a mother -- is nothing like you would anticipate. And yes, I have to agree: being pregnant is nothing like I would have anticipated.
I had it all planned... I was gonna die young.
On the verge of a psychotic break, I finally slumped down and sobbed into my hands. "Ok. I'm listening. Tell me what to do."
My oh my, did things get so much kinder and sweeter after that.
This morning, I finally wrote, and it became clear to me why I've been avoiding writing.
To be honest with you, I've been afraid of being seen.