April, be good!

I made an Instagram post to address the awful and insensitive April Fools pregnancy jokes and my love for Yoga! Yes, I stay giving yall the plus+ and the minuses.

Check out my post below and some additional content.

Stay Tuned! I’ve got some big news coming.

So I read this poem and it spoke to me “Plant the flower of love on fertile ground and provide personal care; furnish water during a drought; offer substance so it will grow strong, and always prune the deadened branches to spring anew. Gandolfo” – (RJ Intindola) – 1980

Like you, I am hoping for the first day of April to be without the fake pregnancy jokes.

What I am looking forward to is a beautiful season of planting seeds and watching God water them and make them grow. I am doing the work. I am using new modalities to aid in my personal growth like Yoga, Meditation, and Mindfulness. Not just in a cavalier way but as a real daily practice. I have found that yoga (defined: Self Study) has allowed me to be present in my body and become more self-aware, discovering things about myself that I didn’t know existed. It’s helping to release tension in my psoas (fight-flight-freeze muscle) and “open” up this pelvis. I am learning how to breathe again.
No really, Breathe. Holding my breath was an old trauma response and God said it’s time to let it go…Man Listen, it’s been amazing!

Ok, this is where I insert some insightful stuff. So the area of the brain which controls speech function is the Broca area. When an individual experiences trauma, the language center of the brain goes offline. This would explain why individuals have a hard time verbalizing what they are feeling (Credit. kcit_pa). Ok, so what is trauma? According to the American Psychological Association, Trauma is an emotional response to a terrible event like an accident, rape, or natural disaster. Immediately after the event, shock and denial are typical. Longer-term reactions include unpredictable emotions, flashbacks, strained relationships, and even physical symptoms like headaches or nausea. A fellow colleague in the mental health/yoga field said “Yoga is as much about what happened, as what didn’t happen”. I felt that deeply!

I would say,

Trauma is, not being able to conceive as easily as you imagined.

Trauma is the loss of a wanted pregnancy.

Trauma is, birthing a baby you prayed for only to not bring him/her home.

Trauma is, the feeling that your body failed you and continues to do so.

Trauma is, having all these overwhelming feelings, and emotions with no one to talk to.

This is why I created Black Women and Infertility online support group. I could identify with these traumas and I needed to share and process them in a safe space with other women who could identify with them. Who knew, there were over 1400 women who could identify with these same exact things.

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My sister, I pray you will have a beautiful, wonderful April filled with nourishment, self-love, self-discovery, and of course lots of baby dust. If I can support you in any way, just hit me up.

Stay Tuned! I have some exciting news to share about fertility, yoga and, how you can gain more access.

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Love,

Shervonne