What if patience is less about standing still and more about moving with intention. Remembering to pause, reflect and celebrate along the way, believing in something even when you can’t see the results yet and even when you don’t know exactly what’s going to bloom.
World Suicide Prevention Day is an awareness day always observed on 10 September every year, in order to provide worldwide commitment and action to prevent suicides, with various activities around the world, with the empowering theme being “Changing the Narrative on Suicide” it serves as a call to challenge stigma and promote care.
I grew up on perfection and push; Peri keeps reminding me of good-enough and a midday nap. With HRT I’m curious and cautious, as opinions are loud and convincing on all sides. I’m listening to my body and trusting myself to know whether it’s time or not.
Overwhelm grew when I pushed; it softened when I listened. Perimenopause asked for gentler approaches. I cancelled the non-essentials, took nourishing walks, and let “not right now” be my medicine.
After three intense weeks, I choose a slower rhythm with rituals, rest, and a soft return to my body. Integration begins with one gentle week.
This summer, I pressed pause on my life to embark on a dieta with Bobinsana. The Amazon’s shrubby tree whose roots run seven times deeper than its tallest stem. Days were spent in silence, solitude and drinking ritual tea, I discovered faster sleep, a calmer nervous system, and a profound lesson, that true sensuality blooms in stillness.
Current literature suggests that the cause of PTSD of any kind is the lack of love and support we got when dealing with a difficult event. I believe what makes cPTSD so enduring is not just what happened to us, but what we lost because of it: our faith, as defined by Eric Fromm.
I never imagined horses would become part of my perimenopause journey. But there I was, under a giant tree, surrounded by ancient beings, receiving a kind of healing I didn’t even know I needed. This is the story of how one session with these majestic animals brought calm, clarity, and unexpected magic to my nervous system… and my soul.
This was a phrase my dad would say, I always thought it was just another of his playful contradictions. But life, and death, as it tends to do, has taught me alot about time, and my father’s words ended up to be the paradox that changed everything.
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