I recorded this just after my psychotherapy session this morning, still tender, still settling.
It felt like the right moment to finally bring my voice into this space.
I talk about what it means to be in weekly therapy as a mother in the early years. About the exhaustion that makes everything hit differently. About the two years of attachment work that have opened something up for me, a window into my mother line. And about how hearing my mother’s story recently felt like listening to the one I used to tell myself.
This is the beginning of more. Voice notes to sit alongside the essays. A way for us to find each other in the in-between.
I’d love to hear whether you’re in therapy or not. What you’re reaching for in these days of mothering to support you as you emerge a new and of course, whether what you choose is sustaining you.
More soon.x
