This is a poem inspired by my work with trauma. Just like trauma, this poem sits in the unspoken, uncomfortable space where we struggle to see the light.
PS I love writing but I get quite impatient when it comes to editing so these poems are as raw as they come.
I am a Mother, an academic, and a psychotherapist.
My work centers around women's health and women's studies and mental health, particularly maternal perinatal mental health, pregnancy, birth, trauma and postnatal depression; I also work in youth wellbeing and cancer projects;
I write books (for children and story-tales for grown ups) because I fully believe that stories carry an enormous transformative power!
"Stories are medicine" (C P Estes). I explore human connection, maternal mental issues (ante- and post-natal depression), feminism for boys and girls, fatherhood, gender diverse families and alternative approaches to health and healing.
I lead women's groups that explore various concepts around human connection, what it means to be a 21 century woman, and a mother through art, fairy-tales and archetypal work.
Both my work and life are grounded in feminism and social activism to progress environmental, anti-stigma and awareness-raising causes.
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Aleksandra Staneva, PhD 