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Forgiveness: Looking Back with Compassionate Acceptance

When we choose to forgive it is incredibly healing, but the only way forward is to look back into our past.

Forgiveness is something that I have been confronted with time and time again. On the list of people to forgive are ex-boyfriends, ex-friends and even bullies from my school years, but my mom is the person that I have had the most difficult time trying to forgive. It has only been until recent months that I have been able to shift my perspective and see everyone who has ever slighted me in some way, through a lens of compassion. I have come to see these people as my teachers. Each and every one who I have felt in the past had done me wrong has taught me invaluable lessons about myself.

The saying “forgive and forget” really triggers me. In fact, I completely disagree with the idea. Having gone through a total shift in perspective myself in the timeline of “before” I suffered from my postpartum mood disorder to “after”, I truly believe that I have had what some would call an awakening. There was a moment as I was coming out of my darkest hour, where I decided to dedicate my entire being to heal myself, so that I would become completely whole again. Over the past year, I have been doing a lot of inner-child work, as well as Teal Swan’s “The Completion Process”. Teal’s school of thought is that we need to reintegrate the aspects of ourselves that we abandoned long ago. It is when we suffered from trauma in the past that we separated from our own being and in turn, fragmented ourselves. Now as an adult, we need to look back in the past each time we are triggered in the present in order to reintegrate all of these aspects of ourselves.

Since actively following Teal’s process and doing inner-child work with my psychologist, I have found that looking back into my past has been an integral part in my recovery. With the compassionate lens that I now look through to see into my past, I can now see that the people who have hurt me, have suffered from their own trauma and this is likely why they did what they did. I have even begun to make progress with forgiving my mom. I have been exploring an exercise where I imagine her as a child and this helps me to see that she was once innocent too. She had a difficult childhood and her parents weren’t able to provide her with what she needed growing up. I have also realized that this is actually a problem that has been passed down from one generation to another, in my family.

For me, the idea of “forgetting” after forgiving someone who has hurt me feels like I am abandoning myself. It feels like I have to swallow it down and forcefully make peace with someone who has caused me pain. The pain that I have felt isn’t something that is easily forgotten. I would absolutely consider these past instances to be traumatic and therefore they have visceral affects. In fact, some might argue that your neural pathways have been altered as a result. So, for me when I am going through the process of forgiving, I need to allow my past “self” to feel what it had felt like in that past moment in time. Since it isn’t until we reach adulthood that our past childhood memories surface, a grieving period is neccessary to complete the forgiveness process. Most of us have learned how to stuff down our feelings and as a result we have lost memories, but they will always resurface into the present so that we can deal with them. So being able to grieve something that happened in our childhood, is an important step in this process.

Another part of the process is coming to a place of acknowledgment and acceptance for what has happened. This doesn’t mean forgetting what has happened. In our minds-eye we can visualize ourselves standing with our past ‘self’ in that traumatic moment and let that ‘self’ speak to us about what happened and invite them to tell us what they need from us. If you allow yourself to come into a meditative state and ask yourself these questions, you will have to trust the inner voice that is providing you with the answers. This is when we can truly heal and reintegrate the past. After this process, we can become self-compassionate and we are able to see in a whole new light. We find ourselves being able to forgive more easily and we can begin to move forward and let go of the past. In no part of this process are we forgetting what has happened. We use our past experience to reclaim our power.

When we choose to forgive it is incredibly healing, but the only way forward is to look back into our past. We pick up the pieces and put ourselves back together. We learn from our mistakes and the mistakes of others. We take all of this back into the present moment and give gratitude to these moments that have shaped us into the people we are today.

Sending so much love and support to each and every one of you reading my posts. xoxoA woman thank God

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Self-Care Ideas that Work For Me

I decided that I wanted to share all of the self-care tools that I use that have worked for me. Take only what resonates with you. We are all unique and what works for me, may not work for others. I just hope that this helps at least one person. Sending so much love to each and every one of you reading this. xo

Being able to say “NO!” / Honouring what you need / Boundaries
I truly believe that we have to look within ourselves and ask, “What are my boundaries?” By listening to our inner guidance, we can find the answers that we are looking for. The key is to practise reading the physical symptoms that we are experiencing. For example, sometimes a “NO” may feel like tightness in the chest, heaviness on the shoulders, difficulty taking breaths in and or a feeling of a pit in your stomach. By making a daily practise to check in with the self, and ask: “what / how am I feeling today?” helps us to get to know ourselves and what our needs are.

Inner-child work
Meet your inner-child. Ask what she needs from you. Everyone has suffered some form of trauma as a child. For example, getting a new sibling is traumatic for a child. The more we get in touch with our inner child, the more we will find out what our adult self needs.

Sleep / Rest
As a mama of two, I have realized that my expectations needed to be brought way down and the housework can wait… it is just going to be messy in a few hours… I’d rather relax with my babies, instead of stress clean… Well, I fall in the trap when I stress clean and I am yelling at the kids… so it’s a learning experience for me.

Working Out
Do something that makes you happy. Don’t push yourself to do a work out you hate. Be gentle with yourself and do what makes you happy. Yoga, restorative, cycling, workout at home.
Wanderlust TV for yoga at home:

Choosing Foods that Nourish
Bone broth, Green Smoothies, a great cook book is: Oh She Glows by: Angela Liddon

For me, Vitamin D, Magnesium & adrenal support has been top of my priority, but please speak with your GP or Naturopathic doctor to see where you’re

It doesn’t have to be sitting still for 1 hour. There are so many ways to do it. For example, body-talk and visualizations. Every night before bed, I begin relaxing each part of my body, from toes to the crown of your head. Then visualize: roots coming out of your feet and growing down into the earth. Imagine that the earth is nourishing your body with its nutrients. Then imagine a white light at the crown of your head and send it down to your toes. This will allow your mind to settle down and you will feel rested and relaxed with this exercise.

It is so wonderful to have a person to check in with once every few weeks. It also helps you to build tools that may be helpful for when you’re not in a good place in life.

What did you used to enjoy doing as a child? Was it painting, colouring or baking? We all have many talents and we can use these talents to cultivate self-care. Whatever it is, it is taking time for you.

Asking for Help
No matter the reason: depression, being a mom, overwhelm. We just can’t do it all and sometimes we need to ask our friends, family and neighbours for help. There is no shame in asking for help.

Facebook Support Groups & Pages
I would like to suggest some pages and groups that are inspiring me today:
Soul Sister Tribe, Women Who Run With the Moon, Wild Woman Sisterhood, Global Sisterhood

This looks different for different people, but all does the same thing, as long as it is serving your highest good, we can use spirituality as a way to care for ourselves.

When we are in a state of gratitude, our mood shifts to become more uplifted. You can use a gratitude journal to help remind you to list what you are grateful for. This can be a daily practise, weekly etc.

Sometimes just writing out your feelings or emotions can help you to release and let it go of what you’ve been holding onto.

Surround yourself with candles, incense, crystals, plants add Epsom salts, Himalayan salts, bath bombs, allow this time for you.

Aroma therapy

Reiki & Chakra balancing

Positive Affirmations
The key is that you use affirmations that you actually believe in. For example, if you have an affirmation that says: “I am so full of love with myself”, for some, this might not feel true. So we can alter it for now and work up to the “love myself” affirmation. Like: “I like that I am kind to my friends”, “I am worthy of love” can bring you closer to loving yourself.
Here you can find more examples:

Self-Care During Menstruation
During this time of the month, our bodies are going through so much and we may feel exhausted and or emotional. We must learn to honour ourselves during this time. It is a chance to give the body and mind more rest and nourishment. This is a chance to embrace our womanhood and feel empowered.

Be Gentle with Yourself
We are human and we can be really hard on ourselves. Once we get rid of the negative self-talk i.e.  that we aren’t good enough, I could be better… We can move forward into a kinder self-talk i.e. I am doing the best that I can do at this moment in my life. I am enough.

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Connecting with the Inner-Child

I love the innocence in this picture of my daughter. She put her boots on the wrong feet. I look at it now and I think, it’s a great reminder to think of ourselves as young children. We were all this innocent once.

I think we need to acknowledge our child-selves more and embrace that innocence. It is a reminder to find compassion for our adult-selves and to not be too hard on ourselves.

Especially, as parents. We tend to be so hard on ourselves and we put so much pressure on ourselves. We then fill ourselves up with guilt/shame when we make mistakes or lose our tempers.

When we treat ourselves, like the young children we used to be, we become compassionate and understanding towards ourselves. We then find peace within and begin to love ourselves again. I promise you, it’s true.

I’ve been doing a lot of inner-child work and I have to say that I am seriously beginning to treat myself with kindness. My negative self-talk has lessened. I bounce back after a shame/guilt spiral much faster then I used to before the inner-child work.

Confession Time: I can be very impatient with my two young ones. I lose my temper, lose it like an adult child who doesn’t know how to control his or her own emotions (I never learned how to regulate, growing up in a dysfunctional home). But ever since I began the inner-child work, I have gained more compassion for myself. I don’t lose it as often on my kids. I still do, don’t get me wrong, but not nearly as often as before.

It’s a relief, I never envisioned myself as a mom who lost her temper all of the time. Before I had kids, I imagined myself to be a compassionate, kind, maternal, loving kind of mom. The reality after having kids, was that they helped to resurface all of my childhood trauma and the negative beliefs that I held about myself.

In my most turbulent times, I felt so out-of-control. When you have little ones they do what they want. They’re their own being and they’ve got their own personalities. You really can’t control them, nor would you want to. But I would find myself desperate to control their behaviour, especially in public, but they have their own agendas and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. It was a huge learning experience for me. I’m sure all of you Type A personalities and micro-managers, can relate to when I say the kids have taught me to loosen up and It has been liberating for me.

I have begun to work on myself more than ever, I feel it is so important for me to dive deep and challenge my negative belief system. Look at the things in my life that I am doing that doesn’t serve me anymore. I don’t want to make the same mistakes as my parents did to me. I am still working on my relationships with my mom and dad. I’m still very angry and resentful, but there are days when I can look and find perspective and think about how they were raised and how they didn’t know what they were doing. They grew up in a time where you did not express your feelings. You put on a smile and you didn’t dare tell the truth, not on your life. At least, I know this was the case for my parents.

So back to the inner-child work, I have been reintegrating several ages within me (for more information on reintegration, I highly recommend Teal Swan’s book: The Completion Process) I feel that I don’t self-hate as often anymore. This is a huge step in the right direction for me. I used to hate myself and tell myself that my kids didn’t deserve such a horrible mom like me. I actually believed this for a time and I was miserable. I was grumpier with my kids; because I believed that I was so terrible at being a mom, that I should just give up. I’ve left this negative black hole within me now. I am so sad for the person that thought she was undeserving and unworthy of anything good. When I think about my child-self, I begin to cry. I was once an innocent child and that part still lives within me. I am fragmented. There are many aspects within. So for me as a 35-year-old mom, to speak to myself with such hatred… it breaks my heart.

So if anyone out there is self-hating right now, I encourage you to look deeper, within. Look to the child part within you. Speak to him or her. Imagine cuddling that child and speaking kindly and quietly towards them. Help them to regulate. Tell them it’s okay to be angry and sad. You are now with them, as the adult part of you.

I promise you, once you begin this practice you will be so surprised to see the results. The kinder and more compassionate you will be towards yourself.

Good luck on your inner-child work and I am sending you so much love and support. I am with you on this journey. You are not alone. Self-hate, no more!

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Accepting Myself on My Healing Journey

During my journey into healing, I have been practising how to accept myself exactly as I am and allow myself to be exactly where I am supposed to be on the journey. This is no easy feat and there are loads of times that I can’t.

I am trying to practise asking myself: What am I feeling right now? What is it that I need? Am I being trigged at the present time, by something from my past? I have been learning to sit with how uncomfortable it is. Allowing myself to become fully immersed no matter how badly I want to escape it. My mind will fight with me and tell me how horrible I am, but another voice in my head will disagree and most of the time I all of a sudden I feel a sense of love for myself. This process has taken a lot of practise. It is not easy.

Doing the healing work has made me feel raw. I find myself becoming more reclusive. I crave the time to reflect. I’ve been trying to get to know myself and figure out what my emotional body is trying to tell me. While in this place of reclusion, I have realized that I have an unhealthy relationship with boundaries or rather, a lack-there-of. This lack of boundaries has left me feeling powerless which in turn has ignited the feelings of anger that I’ve carried over from childhood.

To begin my practise in creating boundaries, I’ve had to begin saying “NO” to things that make alarm bells go off in my inner guidance system. Asking myself “By saying yes to this, is it to make me happy or to please someone else? Does it bring me joy to say yes to this? What I struggle with the most is speaking face to face with family and friends to convey my true feelings. Through my many years of people-pleasing it has prevented me from speaking my truth. It has also prevented me from identifying with my true self. I have only recently come to figure out what I am all about. During these conversations, I am so consumed in worry with how they are doing, if they are comfortable, I abandon myself in the process. This is especially true when it comes to speaking my truth to my mother.

When it comes to creating boundaries with my mother I feel completely paralyzed. I often ask myself why do I continue to let her hold power over me? I am filled with so much anger towards myself. I am unable to tell her my true feeling and our relationship is one that is built upon lies. What I want to express to her is how deeply her drinking has hurt me. I want to tell her things like “You weren’t there for me. You constantly lied to me. You said hurtful things that you can never take back and sometimes I am filled with so much hate towards you.” But when I see her in real life, I see a frail, weak old woman and I feel sorry for her. I am also reminded that she is ill. Sometimes it is so difficult for me to differentiate the disease from my mother.

I still carry a broken heart from everything that her disease brought with it. I suppose it is the disease that I need to express my feelings toward.

I don’t know if I will ever be able to speak with my mother about her disease and how it has impacted my life and or make peace with my childhood while she is still here on earth. This disease is tricky and makes her live in full-blown denial. It often feels like a waste of energy to have a real discussion with her, when only one person is being open and honest.

I know that I need to change the way that I interact with her. I need to be brave and express my boundaries. It has been difficult since having children. I have allowed her to watch them once per week. But with that, I have also allowed her to infiltrate my life. I have given her power over me. It is me who needs to wake up and change my behaviours. She will always be who she is. I need to be who I am. It is incredibly challenging and I find that I easily fall down a self-hate spiral while working on this.

I want to express my intentions to you right here, right now in the hopes that you will join me on my journey. If you are struggling with the same issues as I am, please read the affirmations I have listed below. Together, may we take back our power and rise up and move forward.

I create boundaries with ease.
I am confident in myself to know what is right for me.
I have come to terms with my past and I allow myself to move forward.
I am exactly where I am meant to be on my journey into healing.

Sending so much love to each and every one of you who is supporting me on my journey and on their own journey into healing. xo

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Showing Up Authentically in Relationships

There are many people who know me, that think that they have me all figured out. They think that I am just a “nice” girl. I want to share some insight into why they are completely wrong about me and how you may be able to relate.

In the past, when attending social events, with certain friends, I’d often feel like I was too boring to be around. I didn’t have anything to talk about with these friends. Aside from the debilitating social anxiety that I was experiencing, I felt like there must be something wrong with me and that was the reason why. At the time, I didn’t know it yet, but it was because I didn’t show up as myself, I showed up as the person I thought that they wanted me to be. I was being, in essence, completely inauthentic.

For the most part, I would describe myself as being the friend who will ask only how you are doing and deflect at any time the conversation turns over to me. I would become so uncomfortable when we would discuss ‘me’ because I was unable to see past the mundane things that I was doing on the daily & never thought that anyone would be interested to hear about my experiences with depression or anxiety and how this was affecting me. How my past had a significant part to play in all of this. I believed that if I shared my experiences, it would expose all of my flaws and this would ultimately bring my friends moods down, so I thought, why bother telling them any of this? Just show up as the happy, positive friend, that they needed to have, right at this moment.

There have been people who have tried to take advantage of me, for my inability to say no to them and or whatever they were asking of me. I have to be very careful about who I give my time to now and that has been a hard lesson learned.

During a time, when I had just become a new mom, a friend warned me that I was going to have to become a disciplinarian and that it had to be shared between my husband and I. My husband shouldn’t be the only one to take in that role. I remember that this really bothered me. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to express this to her. I just thought to myself; Wow, she really doesn’t know me at all, and how could that be? We’ve known each other for almost 10 years now.

This was the first time, in a long time that I felt like I really needed to examine my relationships with others. I had to ask myself, why did it bother me so much, that she was so sure that she knew what I was all about? I must be presenting myself in some way that makes others feel like they’ve got me pegged and figured out. I was presenting myself in such a way: that I was a simple-being, too nice and I had no depth. I had always been agreeable. I would never offer my opinion about anything. I played it safe. If I agreed with everything you were telling me, then you would think I was a nice person and I would have secured you as a friend. Upon reflection, it seemed as though I was being manipulative…

The truth is, I’ve never allowed anyone to know ‘who’ I truly am inside. My dysfunctional upbringing shaped the way that I presented myself to others. How I showed up in relationships. The fact is, I threw-away ‘who I really am’ a very long time ago. As a child, I was trained to be a good girl. I was taught to be the bigger person, when other children would bully me. I was taught to listen and to obey. This was the beginning of a core belief forming, that I didn’t matter. As long as I was well-behaved, I wouldn’t get in trouble. This all had to do with the fact that my mother suffers from alcoholism and I feel like she loved me conditionally. So, from childhood on, I didn’t really know who I was.

I am beginning to find myself though. I am opening up and sharing my experiences, the good and the bad. Sharing all that I’ve been learning, for example, how I’ve been taking care of myself. Sharing anything that I believe, could be helpful to others, going through similar experiences.

During my experience of healing myself, by finding out who I am authentically, I’ve come to realize that maybe I don’t know others, as well as I think, just as I feel like they don’t know me. I’ve had a very difficult time cultivating relationships, beyond a surface level. I now know that it is because of my lack of trust in them. One of my core beliefs that I am working on, is that if I open up too much, they will abandon me. They will not like what they see and leave me. Therefore, I must not share who I really am, in order to protect myself from being abandoned. The funny thing is, I had already abandoned ME, in the process. It has taken me a lot of therapy, to realize this about myself. (Yet again, this belief is a by-product of my upbringing.)

As my awareness grows, now when I interact with others, I can see myself in them. The people who seem to have it all together. All done up, eating healthy, working out, managing a job and the kids, flawlessly. I find that most often these are the people, that really don’t have it all together. Especially, the way that they present themselves on social media. It feels like a lie and it feels this way to me, because I too, was once, this way. I would show up and present myself as that nice, happy person. But, I was wearing a mask. I hid my true feelings. It was all a lie. I feel like the people that I am describing may not even know this about themselves (or be able to admit it to themselves), but I can sense the sadness within them. All I want to do is, give them a hug and tell them that they can drop the act. They don’t have to put up appearances and be the person that they think everyone wants them to be. It is okay to share your vulnerable self.

I truly believe, that when we show up as our true selves and share our difficult past and show that we have flaws, we become our most authentic self. (If you haven’t read Brené Brown, I recommend that you read her books. She describes what it is to be your true authentic self, like no other.) We begin to get to know ourselves to a degree that is so deep, within the core, that it hurts. It hurts because of how much we suppress ourselves, when we act a certain way for others. When we decide to show up as ourselves we can cultivate deeper relationships and more meaningful friendships. We build trust in others, as well as build trust within ourselves.

The purpose that I intended for this blog post, is that, I want people to realize that it is okay to be you. Simply, unapologetically, authentically, you. I encourage you because just as I have found for me, I believe that you will find the freedom you seek, when you show up as ’you’ in relationships with others, as well as showing up as ‘you’ for yourself.
You. Will. Become. Unstoppable!

Now all we need to do is practise! I am in the process of doing just this. It scares the hell out of me, yet I am filled with excitement. I’m challanging my beliefs, putting myself out there and I am beginning to reap the rewards. I am no longer ashamed of who I really am. If the people that I am surrounded with don’t like my authentic self, then they are not meant to be the people I surround myself with anyway. Simple as that!

I am sending so much love and gratitude to each and everyone who is reading this post right now. Thank you for reading and for your support. Big HUGE hugs to you all xo

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When we do not share our deepest truths, and allow others to share in our vulnerability with us, we not only hurt ourselves, but we hurt those around us. We hurt those closest to us and those within our communities.

When we choose to keep grief, anxiety, depression and all of our deepest wounds to ourselves, pasting on a smiling face, pretending that we are doing just fine & our lives are in perfect order. We are disconnecting from who we truly are. We don’t honour our feeling and we feed, an already, dysfunctional society.

There may be times when we are so disconnected that we can sometimes hide our truest, truth from, even ourselves. We’ve been programed to trudge on and tough it out, despite our true feelings. We are taught to ignore our emotions. We like to stay in the positive realm and never to stray into the uncomfortable emotion.

An example that comes to mind for me, is when mothers do not admit that raising a child is one of the most difficult things a woman can endure. Each and every developmental milestone can cause triggers from our past and cause us to hurt all over again, whether we realize that we are being triggered or not. We may be so full of shame, that we do not want to share our truth, for the risk of being judged by other mothers, who seem to have it all together. But this is just an illusion. If everyone is hiding their truth, then everyone feels isolated within their truth, which makes them feel shame and the cycle continues.

When we can be brave enough to lift the veil and show our true-selves, we become unified and whole again. We begin to heal together, by sharing our stories. We take away the shame and the judgement. When we shine a light onto it, it no longer holds power over us.

As mothers, our messy homes, our disobedient children (which is completely normal, by the way. They’re not meant to obey, they embody what it is to be true to oneself. We are meant to love them unconditionally.). Our marriages that seem to be out of sync and suffering from drought, as the seasons turn, within a marriage. Our inability to be in control at all times, sometimes, we may scream or yell profanities. And yet, all of these examples that I’ve listed are completely normal.

On a soul level, we are not meant to live on an earth that is perfect. We are not meant to be perfect. We come to this planet with a mission to face adversity and learn from our mistakes. We become resilient, growing and flourishing, when faced with hardship. It is a beautiful, messy, chaotic journey, through, which we are meant to share with one another. To support one another and to gain strength, from the support of others.

When we don’t share our truth, we isolate one another, and we fuel the cycle of shame. I believe that it is time for a change. We need to speak up. We need to share our stories, our truths. We need to stop mom shaming and that is just the beginning. I am determined to shed light, on every dark aspect about motherhood and bring awareness on what mental illness is and how it affects the person suffering from it.

Maybe it is because I grew up in a home where my mother was an alcoholic and my father enabled her behaviour. I grew up in a home where you did not speak your truth. I was denied my true feelings and emotions. I was taught not to share what was really going on. And for years my voice has been closed up. I haven’t been able to identify who I really am. It is only through my experience with a postpartum mood disorder, that I have become, awakened. I want to be the voice for women and mothers who cannot speak their truth, for fear of being judged by other mothers. Or for the person who is suffering from mental illness and cannot share that with others. And for the adult child who grew up in a dysfunctional home, who is struggling with how to live on a daily basis, because they were never taught how to live and survive in our society.

This is just the beginning for me, and my hope, dear readers, is that you will follow me on this journey. I want to help others to be able to feel comfortable to be who they truly are inside. Speak their truth and live their truth.

I am sending love to each and every one of you out there who is too afraid to speak out. You are not alone. I am here with you. Together we stand strong and I will not quit until each and every one of us can stand up for what they believe in.

All my love;



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My experience weaning off of Pristiq

Disclaimer- trigger warning for this blog. I speak about topics such as suicide.

During, my postpartum depression and anxiety, I had been taking Zoloft to help control my obsessive, intrusive thoughts. I was happy with the Zoloft, but it wasn’t helping to lessen the anxiety that plagued me. My GP, suggested that I try Pristiq. She told me that she had a lot of luck with the drug, treating patients suffering from anxiety. I thought I would give it a go.

The Pristiq worked wonders for me, for many months. I felt like I had a new lease on life. I was feeling back to my old self, but even better. You see, I had always lived life with anxiety. For many years, I didn’t know what anxiety was. I thought that I was just the type of person who felt extreme nervousness at all times. Stomach aches and tightness in chest at all times. Someone, who experienced racing thoughts at all times. Someone, who seemed to be more comfortable, playing it safe, in a box, no danger to fear.

So when I finally figured out that this was in fact, anxiety that I was experiencing, I was relieved to know that it was a condition that I suffered from. It wasn’t who ‘I am’. Though, this helped, it didn’t stop the anxiety.

So, when the anxiety was suddenly absent, I was ecstatic. Is this how people live, who don’t suffer anxiety at every moment in the day? Wow! This is amazing!

The Pristiq worked for me, until suddenly, it didn’t.

It began, in October of 2017. I wasn’t coping as well as I used to. I was feeling lack of motivation to work out, to take the kids outside. I was exhausted. I started to experience my old friend, irritability. I began to lose my temper more often. I didn’t know what was happening to me. It didn’t occur to me that the Pristiq’s dose was beginning to become less effective.

I went to my GP, two times explaining that I wasn’t feeling well. I wasn’t myself. I was snapping at the kids. I’m not sure if I was telling her the extent of the yelling, irritability that I was experiencing, but she told me that; “this is parenting.” You need to cut yourself some slack and forgive yourself and move on. I felt disheartened. This isn’t the way I wanted to be as a parent. I didn’t want to be constantly yelling or losing my temper on my children. I felt like something wasn’t right. Why wasn’t she listening to me?

As the weeks went on, I fell further into depression. I began drinking alcohol, in order to cope. I felt like I loosened up and became a fun mom (in the evening), when I drank my glass of wine.

I booked into see my GP one last time before the holidays. (Unfortunately, I was no longer able to continue on being her patient. Due to some unforeseen circumstances, she had moved to a different medical clinic. It was very expensive and the only reason I wanted to be there was to be able to continue on with my GP. It was a heartbreaking decision to have to leave her.) I burst into tears and explained everything that I had been going through to her. The thoughts I was having about being a terrible mom and that sometimes I wanted to run away, or just “be gone” from this world (not that I had a plan to kill myself, but I was living a hopeless existence. I didn’t want to carry-on this way.) luckily, I had finally gotten through to her. She understood me. She agreed that I needed help. And this is where we parted ways. I hugged her goodbye and promised I would be fine, I wouldn’t go off an kill myself, I promised.

During, the Christmas holidays, I began to drink more often. Day-drinking didn’t seem to be unacceptable during the holidays. I became addicted. I needed to buy a bottle of wine a night. My intention for drinking, was to get through the day. Cope. As some of you know, my mother suffers from alcoholism. I was slipping further into the hereditary disease. I’ve always had to be conscience of this and right now, I knew I was knocking on that door, wanting to ‘not’ feel a thing.

January, proved to be a challenge. It wasn’t acceptable to day drink anymore. I needed to be ‘good’. I was feeling extra shitty in the mornings. I needed help.

My low point (as I’ve written about in my previous blogs) was the moment I wished that I were dead. I didn’t want to put my kids through the hell of a mother who yelled at them all of the time. Who screamed profanity’s constantly. Who told my 3 year old that he was acting like an asshole. I was the one, being an asshole. Not him. I felt like I was a terrible mother. I had failed at being a mother. I should never have become a mother. Everyone, would be better off if I were dead.

Thankfully, I knew that this type of thinking was abnormal. I needed help. I needed to speak to someone. I called my wonderful mother-in-law to watch the kids and I took off to a walk-in mental health clinic (Woods Homes:

Shortly, thereafter, I found another GP. We spoke about the problems that I had been facing and we decided that I needed to come off of the Pristiq and onto another antidepressant.

The journey coming off of Pristiq has been one of the worst experiences of my life. The withdraw from the drug has been intense. The short temper, irritability, RAGE has been something out of this world. Everyone and anyone is at risk being around me at this time. I’ve been going down from a 100mg dosage, to 75mg (taking a 100mg every other day) down to 50mg to 25mg (taking 50mg every other day) I go down every two weeks. The first 4-5 days are horrible. I am a monster. I have headaches, brain zaps and a feeling like I am in a dream-state and not in my own reality. I’m

Now taking 50mg every two days, and I am experiencing flu-like symptoms, crying spells. I wish I had known the side-effects and withdrawal symptoms before I had started Pristiq. I feel grateful for the few months of relief, but I am tired of feeling this way. It feels hopeless. I don’t know if I will ever feel like myself again.

My plan is to get off of the Pristiq and see where my baseline is. I want to know what my anxiety is like on a day-to-day basis. What it is like since I am no longer considered postpartum. Will I be as I was before? Racing thoughts, constant worry. Feeling completely out-of-control? I will have to keep you updated.

For now though, I am getting through this part of the journey. Thank you for being here for me and listening to my story.

Sending love and gratitude to each and every one of you out there.


Heather xo

Postpartum Mood Disorder

Postpartum Mood Disorder: with my second child

WARNING: this post contains some TRIGGERING content.

Thank you & big love to my darlings who are suffering this horrible condition. Be good to yourself, you will find that little by little, you feel a little bit more like yourself. xo

I experienced prenatal anxiety when I was pregnant with my daughter Vivian. I recall giving my son a bath and it hit me, as it always does with a “What if…” (for me it pops into my head like a movie scene looping in my head) I imagined that both my husband and son were killed in a car crash. I was overcome with the grief of something that hadn’t even happened. I was filled with anxiety. Perhaps it was because I was now pregnant with my second child and I was feeling incredibly vulnerable.

Thankfully, my therapist helped me to navigate through these thoughts with useful tools, such as body scans and positive self-talk. While this helped and didn’t seem to plague me at all hours, I had a suspicion that my postpartum anxiety would rear its ugly head with a vengeance after my delivery. I tried my best to push that out of my mind, for now.

My daughter, Vivian was born on June 23, 2016. I was lucky to have experienced a VBAC but experienced a minor complication after her delivery. I lost about 3000ml (just on the cusp of needing a blood transfusion) due to a piece of placenta that was stuck on the uterine lining. Dr. Heather Edwards (yes, this is my name too!! The staff loved to tell me this often) saved my life.

As expected my postpartum anxiety symptoms arrived around day 3 after my daughter’s delivery. This time was a little different though, my postpartum anxiety took on the symptom of full blown, Rage.

My first born, Alexander had just turned two and for some reason, he triggered me. He would exercise his independence and I would lose my mind… it was alarming. I knew it wasn’t a normal reaction, I thought “WHOA!” Where did that come from? Why am I so angry? Is this my hormones? Is it postpartum? I would think maybe that was an anomaly, until it would happen again and again.

I hate to admit this, but I knew I was out of my mind becauseI would lose my mind, to the point of which, I wondered; “was I capable of laying a hand on him?” I was so scared. I was worried that one day, I might actually lose it that way. I lost faith in myself. BUT I knew that I needed help.
Note: It is hard for me to be this honest, but if anyone else is feeling the same, which I am sure there are, you are not alone, you need to get the help that you need and that you deserve right now!

Now, it didn’t help things, when my mom was present. She was and still is a major trigger for me. (She suffers from alcoholism – you can read my blog post: An Into: I am an ACOA for more info on that.) I believe a lot of the triggers I was experiencing came from the time that I was Alexander’s age. I often wonder if my mom would lose it on me at that age? I remember specifically screaming at Alexander to use his words (even though I knew full well he did not have the vocabulary yet to tell me what he needed) I remember as soon as I said it I felt like I remember this… I think this sounds like my mom… it was an Ah-ha moment for me.

Soon the intrusive thoughts visited me again, this time more disturbing then you can imagine. I am reluctant to share what they were about for now (I don’t think I am ready just yet), but it was to do with the babies and it was a form of child abuse. It would come in the form of “what if I did this to my babies?” I was horrified. A scene would play in my mind about my abusing my babies and I would cry and cry and scream how unfair this was. I was supposed to be a brand-new mom, enjoying her babies. Why the hell was I being plagued with these intrusive thoughts? What the fuck? More like it.

So, while this was going on, I was also starting to display manic behaviour. I had high energy between 2-4 weeks postpartum. I was baking muffins, cleaning the house, making meals… so what’s the problem you ask? I was staying up until 3am folding laundry… something is very wrong with that picture.

Thank ‘GOD/BUDDHA/SOURCE ENERGY’ (whomever you can relate too) my sister who works in mental health… I finally called her, bawling my eyes out, admitting that I thought I was experiencing postpartum anxiety again. She told me that she was waiting for my call. We discussed a plan and we were able to fast track me over to Rocky View to get a Psych assessment.

I was also encouraged to call up Families Matter ( they have a postpartum mood disorder group therapy. I was on the list to begin in December.

I spoke with my GP and my therapist about everything that was going on and I was met with overwhelming support and understanding. I was so grateful.

My meeting g with the psychiatrist was terrible. Mamas, some people should just not be working in the industry that they have decided to work in. This person seemed to not hear my distress. I was bawling. Had to do all sorts of paperwork and testing… I told them the deepest darkest truth of what was going on and I didn’t know how to answer, when posed the question; Are the thoughts disrupting your day then? Well they are horribly disturbing, and I am accomplishing housework like a boss on zero hours of sleep… so I don’t know. I needed this person to help me and confirm to me that yes, that’s not normal. So, they said well, I’ll send the paper work to your GP. Just then this person’s beeper went off and immediately turned to use the phone as they rushed me out the door….

I felt like absolute shit about myself. I questioned everything that I was experiencing. Was I making a big deal out of nothing? I cried once I got into my car and thankfully called my sister, who suggested I speak with my GP directly as she could prescribe the medication that would help me through this challenging time.

My GP and I decided on Zoloft. She assured me that it would help to take the edge off of the intrusive thoughts… the bad news… it would take 4-6weeks to take effect… I couldn’t wait that long. I just wanted to be better. I was also scared to take the medicine. I was breastfeeding my daughter, I was a mess, but I didn’t think that I was going to survive the postpartum this time.

There is still so much stigma out there about taking medication for mental illness. It’s atrocious. There are times in our lives where we need the help of a drug. Our brains are working against us. It’s okay to take the medicine. It doesn’t mean you will have to be on it forever and maybe it does, but if it’s helping you reach your full potential, then I say: do it.

*Disclaimer – one thing to note is that it doesn’t take away the anxiety or depression symptoms completely, it helps to take the edge off*

It’s been an uphill battle trying to recover from postpartum a second time. Not only did I go through the anxiety, I also went through a deep depression. I grappled with hating myself. Feeling hopeless about my situation. Feeling like I was not a good mother and that my children deserved better. I had a LOW point in which I was sitting in the bath while the TV was on for my son and my little girl was hanging around. I had thoughts about not wanting to be here. my kids and everyone were better off without me here on earth. Now, I didn’t have a plan to take my own life, I just felt hopeless, like I was never going to get out of this. I knew that my kids need me, but I think that there was a part of me that abandoned myself. The work to be better as a mom and heal myself was too overwhelming. It felt TOO GODDAMN HARD. I just wanted to “give up” – Thankfully, I know well enough when my mind plays tricks on me like this. I called my mother-in-law and asked her to watch the kids and I headed off to a walk-in mental health clinic (woods homes – You can just walk-in and see a counsellor. As it turned out, I wasn’t feeling suicidal, I just wanted someone to talk to. I needed an outlet that wasn’t my family or friends (because you know, I wouldn’t want to burden you that way!! Ha! EGO, You’re an asshole! Am I right?!)

So, we talked, and I felt better about life and I thought out a plan in which I discussed with my husband and over the course of the next few weeks, we were figuring this thing out. I was coming down off of PRISTIQ and onto another medication. The cause of the PRISTIQ failing (which I will write in another post) was because I was drinking over the holidays… AND don’t you know that drinking alcohol whilst on anti-depressants makes the medication less effective??? Well, I knew that, but I decided to ignore that… and BAM! I was hit hard with depression. I am proud to tell you that I have been sober for 29 days and I feel a HELL of a lot better!

So here we are now present time, my daughter is 19 months. I am coming off of my medication and starting a new one in the next 2 weeks. I still have moments of extreme anger right now because my brain / body is dependent on the PRISTIQ… I am working with my therapist – aggressively. My sister bought me the gift of a Course in the Ritual of Self-Care, created by Kori Leigh Hagel (, I am doing my 9ROUND workouts, I am not drinking alcohol, I am asking for help when I need it, My husband has treated me to Nutri-Go ( so that I don’t have to worry about making meals Mon-Wed each week. I am taking my supplements… I watch self-help videos on YouTube, my favs are: Teal Swan: (
& Ralph Smart: (
I still don’t feel like drinking water and I don’t like vegetables… It’s a work in progress for me!

The reason why I want to share my story with you, dear reader, is in the case that you or someone you know is going through postpartum anxiety or depression. This mama may not even know that she is suffering from anxiety or depression. You may have to ask her several times before she gives you a true answer. I know that I lied to many a person I cared about, telling them that I was fine, when really, I was a mess inside. There is shame attached to feeling depressed or anxious when you are a new mom. You think “I should be feeling happy and enjoying my baby right now, what is wrong with me?
There is help available and please assure her that what she is going through is normal and that no one is going to take her baby away.

Below is a list of websites with some resources (some in the Calgary, AB area,) but please be sure to speak with your healthcare provider and or therapist if you or someone you know is experiencing postpartum depression and anxiety.

Thank you, dear readers, for taking the time to read my post. Sending love and gratitude to you all xo

2017-02-10 14.34.25 No make up, trying to smile, under-eye circles, this is the real deal.

Postpartum Anxiety

Postpartum Mood Disorder: with my first born

WARNING: this post contains TRIGGERING content.

– Thank you & big love to my darlings who are suffering this horrible condition. Be good to yourself, you will find that little by little, you feel a little bit more like yourself. xo

The first time I experienced postpartum Anxiety was about 3 days after I had delivered my first-born son, Alexander. I had what they call intrusive thoughts. My first intrusive thought and thereafter were terrifying. It was as if a horror movie was playing inside of my head in a loop. It always began with a “What if…”

I was eating a salad and a thought popped into my head like; “what if a child abuser were to take a fork and stab a child with it?” OMG!!! How “FUCKING” (excuse my language here… but it needed to be said this way) horrible is that to think. I thought that something must be HORRIBLY wrong with me to have that thought. That day our nurse came into see how things were going with Alexander. She mentioned something about intrusive thoughts, but I had sworn to myself that I would never share such a horrible thought as I had just had, so I sealed it up. I thought if I said anything to the nurse, she would take my baby away. I didn’t even share with my husband this horrific thought I had just had earlier.

Later that afternoon another thought popped into my head as I walked by the laundry room, “What if I put Alexander into the washing machine? ” OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! Another horrific thought. I slammed the laundry room door shut and I held Alexander as close to me as possible and ran back into my room. I am not sure if I cried at this point, I just thought that there was something very wrong with my thinking and that I must be crazy for having these thoughts.

I am not sure what happened next but thank god my sister is a mental health nurse. I think I mentioned it to her and she advised me to book in with my therapist (the therapist that I was seeing at the time) I promptly booked in and explained my experience.

This particular therapist told me that a thought is just a thought and we confirmed that I trusted myself enough, that I would not actually hurt my poor, dear son. I left feeling disappointed with our session. I didn’t feel any better. I was still being plagued by these thoughts. So now I am just supposed to accept that this is my life now? I thought there might be more for us to do.
I didn’t know that there was medication to help you with these kinds of thoughts and unfortunately, she didn’t even suggest this as an option for me… Thank goodness, the universe worked its magic and I never had to see this woman ever again. I have a new and wonderful therapist now and it seriously makes all the difference. If you or anyone you know is feeling off about your therapist, please do not hesitate to shop around. There are always going to be people who have landed in the wrong industry and who should just not be working with the general public. It isn’t you, it is them. Thank you very much!

One thing I need to mention here is that my O.B. and nurse all asked me to take the postpartum depression test example here:
BUT I wasn’t feeling depressed. I could have a shower and I could get out of bed and clean the entire house. No one ever told me or mentioned anything about postpartum ANXIETY. In fact, I had never heard about postpartum anxiety before.
(So as I am describing this to you all, I think I may have to do some work around this, because I feel Alberta Health Services failed me in that regard… If they had given me a test for anxiety, I would have passed with flying colours and maybe they would have suggested I go seek support either in a group or even be schedule in to see a psychiatrist….)

Soon the anxiety manifested in me by nit-picking my husband. Micro-managing him from how to feed Alexander the bottle, how he should hold him, how he should change him. I could only focus on everything my husband was doing wrong (in my mind) I was out of control, but I needed something to control. I didn’t share a lot of what I was going through with friends and family. I wasn’t even really aware that I was experiencing postpartum anxiety. My sister who was in mental health knew and would explain it to me, but I still didn’t comprehend. I still thought that something was wrong with me.

From the angle of an ACOA and having postpartum anxiety, when I first shared with my mom that I think I was experiencing postpartum depression, my very ill-minded mom told me that I didn’t have it. She said; “No Heather, you don’t have postpartum depression.” I was angry, and I replied; “MOM, yes I do. I am having intrusive thoughts about hurting my son. That is postpartum.” Unfortunately, alcoholism is a disease and my mom feels safer, when she is in denial. She can’t handle the truth. She needs to deny it, in order to free herself from worry. I know she didn’t mean what she said to be hurtful, but I had a hard time letting that one go.

So, I thought that my mind was going crazy, my husband was struggling not know how exactly to help me and I was having a hard time sharing my experience with others, in case someone were to invalidate me like my mom had and OR judge me for the horrible, weird thoughts that I was experiencing.

I strived to be a perfect mom, which also didn’t help (I became a perfectionist, as a result of growing up in a dysfunctional home). I wanted Alex to eat without making a mess. ‘Messes’ triggered me. I was cleaning the house constantly. I had to get away from the thoughts and the cleaning helped to take the edge off.

My postpartum experience with Alexander seemed to level off as the months went on, until we got pregnant with my daughter 15 months later.  (I will create another post with my 2nd postpartum experience next… it’s even crazier!!)

Now, this postpartum stuff didn’t just happen out of the blue at all. I had been anxious all of my life and I had experienced bouts of depression since I was a pre-teen.  So, I wasn’t completely rocked with the postpartum symptoms. Only, I felt robbed from being able to enjoy my newborn. Why was this happening to me? What is wrong with me? It didn’t seem fair to be a new mother and not be able to enjoy it. I felt isolated.
In fact, I stayed inside for the first 6 weeks postpartum, I was too anxious to go outside… postpartum anxiety debilitated me. My poor husband didn’t know what to do. I would call him crying my eyes out and he would sometimes have to come home from work to comfort me. I was a mess.

The reason why I want to share my story with you, dear reader, is in the case that you or someone you know is going through postpartum anxiety or depression. This mama may not even know that she is suffering from anxiety or depression. You may have to ask her several times before she gives you a true answer. I know that I lied to many a person I cared about, telling them that I was fine, when really, I was a mess inside. There is shame attached to feeling depressed or anxious when you are a brand-new mom. You think “I should be feeling happy and enjoying my baby right now, what is wrong with me?
There is help available and please assure her that what she is going through is normal and that no one is going to take her baby away.

Below is a list of websites with some resources (some in the Calgary, AB area,) but please be sure to speak with your healthcare provider and or therapist if you or someone you know is experiencing postpartum depression and anxiety.

Thank you, dear readers, for taking the time to read my post. Sending love and gratitude to you all xo


During some of my lowest points, I would take photos of myself to see what I looked like in my state of suffering. I felt so awful on the inside, I needed to see what it looked like from the outside.

healing, Traumatic Birth Experience

My Traumatic Delivery

In order for me to share my postpartum anxiety and depression story with you, I must first share my delivery experience with my first-born son, in May of 2014.

I was on bed rest due to Placenta Previa – a condition in which the placenta partially or wholly blocks the neck of the uterus, thus interfering with normal delivery of a baby.

I was scared as hell that my son was in an incredibly vulnerable situation, I wanted him out of my womb as soon as possible and yet I wanted him inside in order to develop fully. My obstetrician, husband and I decided to schedule the c-section for July 2, 2014. He would be 37 weeks. I would have to be injected by a steroid (Betamethasone) in order to help our baby’s lungs, mature before delivery.

I was scheduled for my c-section to be done in the O.R., as there were risks such as increased blood loss, resulting in a blood transfusion. Unfortunately for us, as soon as Alexander was delivered he lost a significant amount of blood, that resulted in a blood transfusion. He spent his first four days of life in NICU. Within the first 30 hours of birth, Alexander & I were separated.

When Alex was pulled out of the womb, I didn’t have my glasses on and I wasn’t able to see him. He wasn’t crying at first and all of a sudden, a big group of doctors rushed in to be with Alexander. I kept hearing beeps and I knew something was wrong. The dysfunctional way that I deal with hard things, is I reject them before they hurt me. I felt like Alexander wasn’t going to make it. I felt like if I rejected him before he died, then I would be able to escape the pain of incredible grief from losing a child. It was instantaneous, and I believe in that very moment, I fractured a part of myself.

I was so out of it and drugged up with pain medications from the c-section. The 2 months of bed rest, made my muscle’s weak. I didn’t even know what hit me. When Alexander was whisked away, my husband Kyle went to be with him. I was left alone to be stitched up and rolled into the O.R. recovery room before being sent up to my room in the maternity ward. Thank goodness I was so out of it. I didn’t even realize how much pain I was in while I was separated from Alexander. I wasn’t aware of the part of me who had rejected him in order to not feel the pain of losing a child.

In the next few hours, Kyle and our family friend (also a doctor) came down to visit me. My friend told me that Alexander had lost a lot of blood and that he needed a blood transfusion, but he was in good hands with the doctors. Kyle looked like he had seen a ghost but tried to act fine and put together while by my side. I didn’t want Alexander to be alone for one minute and I told Kyle to go to his side and not to worry about me. I needed him to be with Alexander.

Finally, I was wheeled up to the maternity ward. I was in a bedroom all to myself, by the help of our friend who put in a good word for us! Kyle came to visit me again later and updated me on Alexander. He said he was being well taken cared for and that he was helping to calm Alexander down by talking to him and holding his hand while he was in the incubator. I was relieved. Kyle had to leave shortly after in order to recuperate and get back to the hospital early in the morning. While my night of personal hell neared. I was given a pump and told to start pumping so that Alexander would be able to have the “colostrum” – that liquid gold to help him get off to a good start. (I still hadn’t met him at this point.) Pumping hurt, and I didn’t get much into the bottle. The nurses would come pick it up from me and deliver it to NICU. I was able to get a little sleep that first night, but I was awoken to hear other moms and baby’s crying through the night. I felt despair, I wanted to hold my baby. I was alone – so very was alone.

The next morning, I was met with uncontrollable emotion. I was crying unstoppably. I was overwhelmed with the pain and agony of not having met my baby yet. I apologized to the nurses and I tried to pump more milk. Since I had had a c-section, the nurses expected me to start moving, walking. They even suggested I pump and walk over to NICU ignorer to give Alexander his bottle – at this point Kyle hadn’t even arrived at the hospital yet – I was in so much pain, that I felt I could not walk all that way and I felt so badly that I couldn’t make it over to NICU to see my baby. I didn’t have enough strength to go to him and this killed me.

It was 30 hours later that I was able to go into NICU and meet Alexander for the first time. Kyle wheeled me into the NICU. I told him that I was afraid I wouldn’t connect with Alexander. I was afraid to meet him. And there he was. In an incubator. He was small. He was sleeping. I put my fingers inside to grab his tiny little hand. He was hooked up to all sorts of wires and a heart monitor. I was scared to look at him like this. I wished that it were me who were hooked up instead of him. I immediately felt guilty. (The first of many times I would feel guilty as a mother)

I was indescribably relieved that I hadn’t lost him. He was a fighter. Within his first few moments from a traumatic birth, he had to fight his way to live. I admired him from that moment on. He was fighting to be here. It was a miracle.

So, for now, I will leave you with this. Next, I will share my very first postpartum anxiety experience with you.

Dear reader, thank you for letting me unload these old memories here. Thank you for listening. I needed a place to heal and I truly believe this is the way to go. Thank you for your support & kindness. Sending love & gratitude your way. xo

A&H-meet The first time I met Alexander in NICU. 30 hours after delivery. I am heavily medicated as you can see in my eyes.