27/10/2025
Postpartum has made me feel the most alive I’ve ever felt.
Not because everything feels good — but because I’m finally allowing space for the full range of who I am.
This season holds fear, guilt, grief, rage — and also love, expansion, wonder, magic. I feel myself shedding old layers and becoming more of who I was always meant to be; I see her, I feel her and I am proud of her.
There’s a courage waking up in me, a pull to stay connected to life even in the midst of collective despair and disconnection.
I’m deepening my healing path — beginning my Somatic Experiencing certificate.
I’m saying yes to things that make me feel alive, embodied and connected to people that might be more attuned to this version of me — like joining a chorus.
And I’m longing for more of this:
More authenticity.
More embodied connection.
More humans willing to show up in their rawness and aliveness.
I want M 🦀 to feel this interconnectedness — to know that life is about being open to love, vulnerability, curiosity, humanness. And I’ll lead by example: the more I connect with myself, the more I connect with him, my partner, my patients, my family, my friends.
I want to show up to life.
To conversations that matter.
To the ongoing expansion happening inside of me — trusting my nervous system can hold all of it.
Here’s to aliveness. Even when it’s messy. Especially then. 🌊🧜🏾♀️
