“You’re not working hard enough to get you’re period.” Does that make sense? Is my period something I can "work" to control? No matter how well I care for my body, I'll never be able to push a button and make myself bleed. So how much merit does that accusation have?
No boss, no employer, no parent, and no police can ever tell you who you are. To think our fate lies in the hands of a college admissions person or an FBI agent or a potential superior is FEAR: False Evidence Appearing Real. That's just the game we're playing in this lifetime. The World Wide Web is the theme of the video game that is this century. It's challenging, sure: but we all can handle it.
I am ready to receive my menstrual period. I allow my body to safely produce healthy menstrual periods. I always nourish myself lovingly and intuitively and am rewarded with consistent periods.
A boundary is a boundary, no matter how small. Last night a friend drove me to a recovery meeting. Actually, I drove. They rode in the passenger seat. They weren't attending the meeting with me; they were dropping me off. I drove because I thought we'd be faster. I pulled into the lot in front... Continue Reading →
Recovery is a way of life - a way of life based on love. So is yoga. The basic tenet of my yoga practice is "Ahimsa," or "non-harm." I believe these principles can expand from the personal to the political. I believe they can have a healing effect on the greater good.
My recovery is a practice of self-discovery. So is my college major. Both of them bring me closer to my story.
I'm constantly reminded that I don't live in a vacuum. That the various parts of my identity all connect and relate. Embracing this connection, surrendering to the rides: that is what it means to be free.