When my son was unwell, I lost myself. I stopped sleeping. I stopped moving my body. I stopped even knowing how to find joy. In the rare moments when he finally fell asleep, I sure as heck didn't sleep. I researched. Because I could feel him slipping further away from me and I was desperate to heal him. Somewhere along the way, I stopped breathing. I stopped knowing how to connect with my daughter, with Ty, with my own body. I was holding my breath just trying to keep us all afloat. And I kno...
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When my son was unwell, I lost myself. I stopped sleeping. I stopped moving my body. I stopped even knowing how to find joy. In the rare moments when he finally fell asleep, I sure as heck didn't sleep. I researched. Because I could feel him slipping further away from me and I was desperate to heal him. Somewhere along the way, I stopped breathing. I stopped knowing how to connect with my daughter, with Ty, with my own body. I was holding my breath just trying to keep us all afloat. And I kno...
This Is the Space I Needed When My Son Was Sick: Introducing the Rebalancing Collective
Follow Your Gut Podcast
12 minutes
5 months ago
This Is the Space I Needed When My Son Was Sick: Introducing the Rebalancing Collective
I remember laying next to my restless son late at night, scrolling and searching for answers. We had already seen 17 different doctors. I was exhausted. I didn’t want more tests. I didn’t want another dismissal. I was looking for validation - something, anything, to hold onto. I wanted hope. I wanted to be seen. I wanted to feel like I wasn’t crazy for believing that my child could actually heal. But that space didn’t exist. So after years of sharing the healing that finally restored my son’s...
Follow Your Gut Podcast
When my son was unwell, I lost myself. I stopped sleeping. I stopped moving my body. I stopped even knowing how to find joy. In the rare moments when he finally fell asleep, I sure as heck didn't sleep. I researched. Because I could feel him slipping further away from me and I was desperate to heal him. Somewhere along the way, I stopped breathing. I stopped knowing how to connect with my daughter, with Ty, with my own body. I was holding my breath just trying to keep us all afloat. And I kno...
