Often times we hear postpartum mums say they've lost their identity. I felt this so much. Part of my identity was working out and eating healthy; waking up early and going to yoga; laying in my bed for hours binge watching TV shows or movie marathons. All of these things (along with many others) made up my identity. Out of all of the parts of my identity dance was probably the biggest. I lived for dance; I lived to share my love of dance; to help others achieve what I felt I hadn't; to be the role model I wanted growing up; to prove people wrong. Wait....I danced to prove I was worthy. I danced to heal my inner child.
My identity was clouded by my idea of worth. My identity was ego driven. My life - ego driven. I danced for others. I danced to prove to myself I was worthy.
In losing my identity I found my soul. In losing my identity I found my truth; I found my worth. I have found my place in this world driven by love, not my ego. Postpartum helped me shed a part of me that was not truth, that was not love.
The journey of parenthood, the journey of life, is a beautiful mirror. Let us all learn from what is being reflected back to us.
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