As a clinical herbalist, holistic nutrition fanatic, full-spectrum birth worker, and yoga teacher, I’ve spent nearly a decade of my life sharing womb work with women as an educator.
I get giddy in conversations about menstrual blood and feel the most at home when I’m singing to plants.
But walking this path was never my plan.
When I got on the pill at age 15, I was excited for the freedom and empowerment it would provide me with.
It did keep me from getting pregnant as a teenager, which was a blessing for me.
At the same time, it ignited a waterfall of health issues along the way; cystic acne along my jaw and chin, horrible mood swings, and this sense of deep distrust in my body.
As I reported my symptoms to my health providers, my problems were dismissed as nonsense or teenage anxiety.
I was sent on my way, another pack of oral contraceptives wrapped tightly in my hand.
The western medical system wasn’t going to help, so I took my healing into my own hands and started studying and apprenticing.
I had zero education about my body, how it worked, and what it needed to be healthy, so it was like starting at ground zero.