Coming to you from the third trimester of my pregnancy and approaching the spring equinox, a liminal time of equal day and equal night... Art by Eva-Živa Blažková My thoughts no longer follow a clear trail. They swerve and wander until I am left staring into space, awoken again by a kick in my womb. Ah…the other life that shares my body. I smile, I coo. And if I pause long enough to feel the gravity of this, like in this moment, my heart begins to sag with a grief that is synonymous with...

TW: sexual violation Sex started to be more triggering after I began doing self intervaginal massage (aka pussy massage). We like to follow all the taglines of “have better sex! More orgasms! Reclaim your power!” And yes, these are very real and important affects of sexual healing. But the road to get there isn’t all 🌈 and 🦄 . When we begin to de-armor parts of our body that hold tension as protection around a wound, we feel the dissolution of the sensation, emotion and mental associations...

I used to be an undercover nervous wreck. People would reflect to me: "oh you're SO calm. I love your peaceful energy." But really, I was frozen. Unconsciously, I was running on hyper-vigilance. My adrenals were utterly exhausted, yet anxiety kept me running anywhere accept the present moment. For those of us who struggle with hyper-vigilance, we are over-identifying with PREY. Essentially, I didn't have a strong foundation of internal safety to lean into, so I hyper-focused on my environment...