Inner Rhythms

There’s a version of postpartum that nobody really prepares you for.
The one after the meal trains stop.
After the newborn photos are posted.
After everyone assumes you’ve “adjusted.”

This was me.

A mother to a one year old, a four year old, and a teenager — trying to hold everyone together while quietly unraveling inside.
while trying to hold together motherhood, work, my nervous system, and my identity all at once.

And the hardest part?
After the first year, so many moms stop being checked on.

The only things I consistently did for myself were walking… and massage.

Not because massage fixed everything — but because it was safe touch.
Touch that didn’t need anything from me.
No one pulling, asking, needing, or expecting.
Just a space for my body to be held, supported, and allowed to soften for a moment.

This is why postpartum bodywork matters so deeply to me.





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