I’m doing an “inclusivity training for yoga” right now, because Bhav Brigade is a nonprofit yoga platform built on the tenets of accessibility and inclusivity and as it’s co-founder (one that happens to be all the things we tend to welcome in with open arms as a society) it’s important that I walk the talk.
“My doctor’s love is as important to me as his chemotherapy, but he does not know.” I read this sentence and tears roll down my cheeks. I am alone on a hilltop somewhere without a name in New Zealand and the sun is out and everything is idyllic but I am weeping. This sentence hits
I can’t say this better, so I won’t. The details of childhood experiences aren’t mine, but the imprints are the same. The triggers are different, but the struggles are universal. “I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m broken. Not in a sad way, just in an it-is-what-it-is kind of way. Life happened and
I was speaking with a friend of mine, Eva, the other day about the growing presence of transparency in social media and how realness is starting to give perfection a run for it’s money. Words like “vulnerability” and “authenticity” have become trending buzzwords. It’s a beautiful thing that people are sharing what is real and raw
Below is a response I received to my recent post regarding the continuum of mental health and the intersection of self-worth, narcissism and perfectionism. This woman’s words provide such a powerful example of how the need for perfection sneaks its way into our lives, shaping us–literally (in this case) and figuratively–without us even realizing it. It
I was sitting at dinner with my boyfriend the other night, talking about our clinical rotations. He’s on surgery right now and I’m on psychiatry. He tells me about colon resections and pancreatitis and I talk about mental illness. I tell him how working on the psych unit has made me realize that there really