This didn't really happen while I was in labor. The pain of labor didn't hold much meaning for me until I reflected back on it afterwards and asked myself why I even choose to give birth the way I did. It was while I was doing this that the memory of the pain became sweet and filled with joy rather than fear.
For me I have done this with my writing, but I have seen it used very successfully with art. I really feel like this would be useful for those who have especially tramatic experiences or memories filled with fear. Somehow, using words and art to understand the pain I felt allows me to not only find meaning in it, but accept it as a part of me. In all honosty, pain is not what I fear most in pregnancy...not that I don't have fears, but the pain was become sweet to me somehow....
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