Thank you for your support + well wishes while I recover from my near death experience. My sis Sumi said in our Birth Workers of Color group:

“This was literally almost a different Go Fund Me”.

I take traumatic experiences lightly. Childhood trauma gave me some high-larious coping mechanisms. I’m grateful for the WEIGHT of Sumi’s statement.

It settles me back down into my flowery body- reminding me to treat myself with the tenderness I treat my clients. B

eing on the opposite side of an eco system of care is more uncomfortable than I thought.

Yes, I could receive during my cuarentena- but that’s because I knew it would only last 40 days.

Now, I’m recovering with no end date.

Like a trickster coyote, my inner voice tells me not to take, ask for too much, don’t be a burden, don’t feel grateful- feel indebted/guilty/ashamed. 

I come from a long line of chingonas who get shit done in spite of their bodies, minds, spirits.

This is a whole other level of self care that I’m being initiated into. 

Experiencing debilitating pain, infection, severe blood loss, mental fog, extreme fatigue, and near death, is teaching me how to better support folks with chronic illness, mental health challenges, and other health issues.

I’m in bed most of the day, reading, writing, meditating, watching shows, and catching up with friends.

My Go Fund Me (more on that whole thing later) has given me a bit of time to recover the way I deserve.

So grateful for comunidad.

We are a collective miracle.

This blog is my first since 2012!

Blogging is how I became a thing on the internet back in 2010.

Through my old blog called Indigenous Mother, which is where the name Indigemama was birthed.

This time, you’ll not only get intimate shares, but essays, poetry, prose, womb writing prompts, and exclusive photos I’m unwilling to share on las redes sociales.

Subscribing to this blog is one way you can support me through my healing journey.

If you want to send a donation in addition to subscribing, here’s the link to my Go Fund Me: