Sacral series – Healing the motherhood wound

There is no coming to consciousness without pain.
People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.
— Carl Jung

Learning to embrace my multi-faceted nature goes beyond integrating skills and interests on both sides of the brain. It’s also about embracing the shadow side and accepting the parts of me that are difficult to confront during the pain of self-discovery.

One of the challenges I’ve been working through is matrescence – the process of becoming a mother. Coinciding with Covid-19 lockdowns and the dark night of the soul, made it an extremely tough emotional rollercoaster. I grieved for the child-free life I lost while also unsure of how I would thrive in my own life with children, when there were days, weeks and months I felt I was barely surviving.

The celebration of life is mainly centered around the baby’s arrival. We often forget that with the birth of a child, a mother is also born. Motherhood is expected to be a state of neverending bliss.
Anything less than that is talked about with shame and guilt of not being a good enough mother.
— Cradlewise

Coming out the other side has given me a greater perspective. However, there is still so much to unpack, simply because it was too painful for me to process everything fully when it was at its worst.

As a means of integrating both sides of my brain in healing the wounds of matrescence, I will be processing it through art and writing in the Sacral Series.

My initial resistance to expressing the wounds developed in motherhood, is because there are so many other mum bloggers who have done it so brilliantly. They made me feel seen and heard at a time when I felt most invisible. But I was reminded that your words are in the shape of someone else’s wounds. So I’m giving it a go in making sense of it in my own way and in doing so, add my voice to all these other women who came before me to say,

“I see you. I feel you. You’re not alone.”

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