Learning Self-Compassion

Yesterday, I sat in a meeting for a wonderful organization called CASA (Court Appointed Special Advocate), whose mission it is to give abused or neglected children a voice in court.

This was a funding allocation meeting, so some of the CASA Board members (of which I am one) and volunteers, who work directly with the children, were in attendance, advocating for the program. One of the volunteers began speaking about why she decided to become a volunteer, and she openly shared that she was a victim of child sexual abuse–and, after reporting it to a trusted adult, she was dismissed, never getting the voice that all children deserve. Therefore, as an adult, she is now choosing to use her voice to advocate on behalf of children who need it…because she can, and because she knows what a difference it can make.

As I sat there listening to her story, I felt a lump form in my throat and my eyes well up. The amount of compassion and empathy that I felt for this woman sitting in front of me was huge. Not only could I relate to her story, but I also felt the desire to, somehow, relieve her suffering and let her know how amazing and courageous she was for sharing that story. Continue reading

Finding my tribe

At the young age of 22, I became a mama for the first time. I did not feel too young then, but as I look back, I realize how much growing I still had to do. When our baby girl was about three months old, we moved, and I became a mostly stay at home mom while I worked on my master’s degree.

Despite moving closer to home, and having family readily available, I discovered that staying at home meant that I was isolated and lonely. I tried different mothering groups and never really found my home–some made me feel too mainstream (and not religious enough), others made me feel too young, and still others felt too hard to break into as an outsider. Continue reading

Growing Pains!

As an individual who has always been very introspective and psychologically oriented, I realized a few months ago that I was beginning to feel OVERWHELMED. Depressed. Anxious.

There was not any one particular cause. Rather, it felt like I was on a roller coaster and was picking up more and more baggage as I flew by. After struggling from a panic attack, I finally sat back and realized something…I need help! Continue reading