Rainboww Rach Healing

Not in the Boulder area? No problem.

🚨 upcoming virtual dates 🚨
August 23rd and September 13

My IG profile s*x is set to male.

Why, you ask?

Because I realized my account isn’t policed as hard when I select ‘male’ instead of female.

I know times are changing, but sometimes it feels like men can dress however they want, act however they want and live freely as themselves.

While a body with b***s and a uterus is controlled SO. MUCH. MORE.

It’s exhausting.

My ancestors literally had to cover up.

Theres STILL people being killed in Pakistan for showing ‘too much’ skin..

As if we OWE people modesty.

Fck that s**t.

I’m so over it.

I’m over people s*xualizing my body just for existing.

I’m tired of being told to ‘cover up’

I’m tired of not wearing what I really want to wear bc it feels dangerous .. like someone will feel they’re owed my body if I don’t cover up.

It’s twenty fu***ng twenty four.

The time of policing womben’s bodies is done.

So next time you see me not wearing a bra, stop assuming it’s for attention.

It’s for MY liberation and the liberation of my ancestors.

I wear what I’m comfy in, for ME.

The people who don’t get it, never will.

And I’m done covering up my body to make my appearance more digestible.

Those who have a problem with it can choke.

Respectfully.

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Daily reminder: there is no such thing as perfect.

So let go of the perfectionist tendencies and surrender to your imperfections.

We all have them.

Just gotta accept them.

I want to talk about my experience with pharmaceuticals.

Even as someone who has lived in a depressive mind for as long as I can remember, I was always against pharma.

Because I could always get through my mental battles using Cannabis, I thought “medicine is just a crutch. I don’t think anyone needs it.”

🚨TW: su!c!de🚨

After giving birth in 2018, I white knuckled it for a year. Fully IN postpartum depression, still under the impression it’s not ‘bad enough’ to get on meds.

Cue my 3rd unexpected pregnancy (2nd full term) and my mental completely went to s**t.

I was continually finding myself in hard situations, fully believing the only way out was to end it all and unalive myself.

I survived prenatal depression because of support of my family and friends, but once I gave birth I was in a much worse mental state.

Microdosing wasn’t helping.

Bud, edibles, tinctures weren’t helping.

Journaling through it wasn’t helping.

Even talk therapy wasn’t helping.

I was sitting on my bed eating a burrito, deciding driving my car into a wall was the solution to my problems, when a dear friend called.

I broke down to her.

I let her in and told her everything, including what I’d just decided to do to end the suffering I was experiencing.

She helped guide me to help.

I don’t know if I’d be here today without that phone call.

It took so much vulnerability to admit I needed help.

But I did it.

Within the first hour of taking an SSRI ‘anti-depressant’ my kid knocked over water and I didn’t immediately go into a downward spiral.

I didn’t yell.

My brain felt rational for the first time in my life.

Water spilled.

It’s ok. I can clean this up.

Not a big deal.

My life has forever been changed.

I used to think anti-depressants make you exempt from feeling sad or down.

I still get sad.

I still have problems.

But now, when I find myself between a rock and a hard place, my brain doesn’t believe the solution is to k!ll myself.

I know medicine isn’t for everyone, but it was for me.

And if anyone reading this who is struggling starts the process of asking for help, that’s a dream come true for me.

💛 Rach

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