Remember to Breathe
I laid in the bed the other night with tears rolling down my face, trying not to make a sound so as to not wake my babies sleeping next to me. I had recently visited my doctor to discuss my struggle with feeling like there was always something wrong or would go detrimentally wrong. The feeling of inadequacy had long ago crept into my mind, decided it liked the setup, and made itself at home. The relentless battle with sadness and anxiety left me beat up and bruised. Low confidence lingered in the shadows, waiting to soften the blow before depression jumped in to save the day. My mind relentlessly pondered the key to life: where I was currently, where I wanted to be, and what it would take to get there.
Breathe.
Is there a hormone imbalance, a genetic error, or does trauma cause a mental switch to be turned on that can be dimmed or turned off? Has the world created a society that makes it hard to let go and live in our truth, or even survive at the basic level of capability? Is medication the solution, or is it better to talk with a trusted individual who isn’t necessarily trusted, but trained in the masters of the brain (but what of the heart?). Is religion the answer and God will graciously give me peace if only I dare to ask? Are strings attached? Am I spiritually blind and the answers lie within the energy released through the middle of my forehead or the chakras lining my spine?
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
To both groups: You are so important. Your work is essential and indispensable.
We are compiling a basic resource for mental health and emotional well being for mothers in underserved communities in Memphis. Please send your suggestions for professionals, therapists, instructors, and services related to the health and well-being of mothers to info@memphismomcollective.com