A couple months ago, I was going through one of the most stressful experiences of my life. It was a particularly bad day and my anxiety was starting to get out of control. So I went on a walk. While I was walking I suddenly got a whiff of the lavender bush next to me. I stopped, picked some, held it up to my nose and inhaled deeply. Instantly, my muscles relaxed, my adrenaline calmed and my mind came to a stand still. I turned to my husband and said "Holy shit. I need this in my life!" I picked a bunch more and brought them home with me. I smelled those lavender sprigs every time I felt the anxiety coming on and every time I had the same reaction. Stillness. It became my new obsession. It was like yoga in a bottle. After several weeks of stashing lavender sprigs everywhere, I decided to call my friend who is an essential oil expert. I told her " I think I need some essential oils." She also knew about my journey with emotional trauma and said "I had a feeling you were going to call at some point. And I have the perfect kit for you. It's called the emotional aromatherapy kit, and it's designed to help balance emotions and is effective for emotional trauma as well." Having just experienced what I did with the lavender sprigs, I was all for it. I ordered my kit immediately. You guys… these oils are insane. I only wish I wasn’t so new to them. That I would have had access to these oils when I first started my healing journey. in a nutshell: Inhaling the therapeutic oils DIRECTLY affects the part of our brain that stores emotions (the amygdala) as well as the part that controls our stress levels and hormone balance. These oils are my God sends and my go-to's throughout the day. They have been unbelievably effective for dealing with the roller coasters of anxiety and depression. I love these oils as much as I love my yoga and meditation practice. If you are interested in recommendations or getting the same kit I got- which I highly recommend: *email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and follow my new essential oils page: * @hw89essentialoils Where I will be posting an oil a day and the emotional benefits of it.
Williams fing an, Yoga zu machen, als bei ihr mehrere psychische Krankheiten diagnostiziert wurden. Auslöser dafür war ein Ereignis im Jahr 2013, als ihr kleiner Sohn fast gestorben wäre - und nur durch Wiederbelebung wieder zum Leben erwachte.
It's been a long time since I shared my story of PTSD. So with all the new people here, I thought this would be a good time to share again. Diary of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Anxiety Part 1 of 3: When Silas (my now 4 year old) was 6 months old, he died. He was in the bathtub playing with his toys when I noticed he wasn't breathing, started turning purple and slumped over. I immediately screamed for Dev (my lover and husband). He rushed in, yanked him out of the tub, took him to the front room and started doing CPR. Nothing. It had been around 10 seconds. I started dialing 911. And everything slowed down. 11...12...13... His skin had turned a sick bluish grey color now. 14..15.. His eyes relaxed and stopped..16.. His mouth went slack and his tongue is partially out. 17..."911 what's your emergency?" hysterically crying "my baby's not breathing!" 18...he's dying...19...I could hardly get my address out. ..My baby is dying...20...and that's when I felt it. Something happens to you when you accept the truth that someone you loved more than life itself has died. 21...And I felt it. It was the feeling of that heart I had grown specifically for him, dying...22... He was dead..23... And so was part of me....24...this can't be real... 25....no...26...No ...27...NO!!!!...28... I cant...29.. Dev was still trying to get him to breathe..30... (30 seconds doesn't sound horribly long until you breathe your air out and hold it. Its. Long.) In desperation Dev cried out to God begging for him to breathe. ..31...32... 33...Did I just see that????...34...his chest rose the tiniest fraction of an inch... And again...and again... They weren't huge gasps but it was oxygen. Flowing to his lungs. He was alive. "OH MY GOD! MY GOD! THANK YOU GOD! HE'S ALIVE!!!! ....part 1 of 3....
Die Mutter konnte das Ereignis nicht vergessen und wurde bei den kleinsten Verletzungen wieder daran erinnert. Nach Monaten des Leidens ging sie zum Arzt. Es wurden schwere Depressionen, eine Angststörung und ein posttraumatisches Belastungssyndrom bei ihr festgestellt. Neben der Therapie half der Mutter aber auch: Yoga.
"There is no such thing as somebody else's child" - #thecompassioncollective . Every year on mother's day there are millions of women who hearts ache because they have not yet been able to give birth to their own children. I see your pain and I ache with you. Our society tends to focus so much on identifying motherhood as physically having our own children to take care of. We claim that you aren't a mother unless you have personally given birth to or raised a child in your own home. This could not he further from the truth. Motherhood is part of our make up as women. And far too often we don't own that. We don't understand that until we can fully grasp the depth of our calling as females we won't truly be fulfilling our nature as mothers. On the deepest level of motherhood EVERYONE IS OUR CHILD. Our job as women is to take every child we come across under our wing and nurture them. No matter the age, race, sex, etc. We have the opportunity to right now to own our divine essence as women and help to mother the children of the world. See @brenebrown page to join in the effort to protect and share our love with the millions of refugee children that need your love as a mother more than ever. Thecompassioncollective.org
Heute teilt sie ihre neue Leidenschaft mit der Welt - und verbreitet über Instagram wunderschöne Fotos in Yoga-Posen, um eine Diskussion über psychische Gesundheit anzuregen. Sie macht damit anderen Betroffenen Mut, sich Hilfe zu holen.
In the last 36 hours after several big articles were written about me and the work I am doing, my Instagram account more than doubled, my support group has exploded. And I have been flooded with emails and messages asking for help, advice and interviews. After a mini break down of not feeling good enough or qualified, here is what I have learned... You don't need a degree, a certificate or letters after your name to understand human pain and suffering, you need a heart. This world doesn't need more intelect. We need more compassion. Hearts that feel. Hearts that understand. Hearts that lift up and hold the broken hearts while they heal. Because they will heal. We were made to heal. And with enough people willing to answer the call of their heart- to heal humanities broke one- we will heal the world. If you are feeling the call, email me. I have heart work for you to do. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ Photo: @kariannphoto