There’s life with the experience of mental illness and then there’s life as a mental patient. I’ve been told that both entail a large serving of unfathomable suffering. Suffering that brings you to the brink of something you can’t imagine tolerating one more second of, and then it asks you how you’d like to stay
You may have noticed that my approach to women’s mental health deviates from the norm – from what is being taught in medical school and what is being offered by doctors around the country. I believe that our current model is outdated and disempowering. Take a look at posts in this category to discover a new, powerful way to take more control of your health than ever before.
After reading Charles Eisenstein’s book, The Yoga of Eating, I wrote: It’s not our fault that we have no idea how to engage the most basic and arguably sacred human relationship to the environment – eating. This confusion stems from our deeper disconnection from self, from our place in the great web of planetary existence,
Tears streamed down her face. “I can’t take it anymore” she sobbed. “All of my old, stupid worries are back, and I haven’t slept in a month, and I feel like I’m going to crack.” She was down to 3mg of the antidepressant citalopram and the journey thus far had been marked by the shift
“It’s been a little over 3 weeks since we last met, and I wanted to send you an update. I started eating red meat daily to address the reactive hypoglycemia. I am feeling so much better! I am a lot less hungry, can fall asleep more easily and stay asleep! (I can’t believe this works.)”
Over the past year and a half I’ve shared a lot about what was going on with me in terms of my spiritual and personal growth, but the one thing I didn’t share about publicly was the debilitating burnout I was experiencing in the midst of it all. I didn’t write or talk about it