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Breathwork and Menopause
Menopause is no longer a taboo subject. Women are done suffering in silence and are taking charge of their well-being during this transformative phase of life. From herbal remedies to hormone replacement therapy, we're embracing a whole range of options to navigate the challenges and celebrate the opportunities that menopause brings.
ADHD and Breathwork
In the realm of mental health, a journey of self-discovery often involves unraveling layers of misunderstood experiences and hidden truths. For many women, particularly those diagnosed with ADHD later in life, this journey can be a complex and emotional one. The late diagnosis often sheds light on years of feeling "different" and struggling to fit into societal norms. In this blog post, we'll look into the nuanced relationship between ADHD and breathwork, sharing personal insights and practical tips for harnessing the power of breath to find calm and clarity amidst the chaos.
This is my story of late diagnosis, lifelong struggle, and learning to love breathwork as a person with ADHD.
Breathwork for Creativity
Have you ever stared at a blank page, a canvas, or a musical instrument, feeling utterly devoid of inspiration? That frustrating sense of being creatively blocked, stuck in a rut, unable to tap into the flow of ideas and expression? It's a feeling many of us know all too well- myself included.
Perhaps you've tried every trick in the book - brainstorming, taking breaks, seeking external inspiration - but nothing seems to break through the dam. You want to express yourself authentically, but something feels constricted and held back.
Breathwork for Emotional Regulation
Up until recently, if you'd asked me, I would have smugly said, "I'm not an angry person, it’s just not something I experience." But life, as it often does, had a few lessons in store for me when I became a parent. As I've gone on my own journey of self-discovery, I've come to realise that anger has been lurking beneath the surface all along.
Growing up in a household where anger was seen as a "bad" emotion, I learned to suppress it, to bury it deep within so I could still be a “good girl”. Over time, I developed a clever disguise for my anger: sadness. In my family sadness is more acceptable, more palatable, and somehow less threatening. Sadness got hugs. Anger got silent treatment.