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The shit that makes us grow.
Connecting through fiercely vulnerable stories. Here, you will find consistent podcast episodes, stories and workshops rooted in growth and self discovery.
Mulch is here to support your chaos to calm transformation.
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Podcast
In this podcast we have hard and healing conversations about our experiences. Released every Wednesday, these episodes are meant to give you regular, consistent support.
In this episode we talk about my experience with relationship triggers, insecurities and limiting beliefs that have recently come up since I have started dating.
What is an Adult Child? How did growing up with an alcoholic affect you? In this episode, we discuss "The Laundry List," a list of possible behaviours that Adult Child of Alcoholics may exhibit. I also discuss the importance of identifying emotions, triggers and setting boundaries and how I navigate my own. Enjoy!
This episode I discuss change and how it did not conquer me. I revisit my last year of "mulching" and the progress I have made since last fall.
Prompted by an emotional moment I use this episode to sort through some feelings and thoughts. I am crying and sniffling the whole time, but I am attempting to crack myself open and be fiercely vulnerable.
In this episode we talk to our second guest Aleya. Aleya is an embodiment mentor who works with individuals who are interested in confronting their shadows. She calls herself a Pleasure Shadow Worker and is gifted at recognizing the aspects of ourselves we need to show a little more love. In her sessions she uses her intuitive talents to guide you through your own pain to pleasure process.
First guest episode with Alee Anderson, a six-figure-earning ghostwriter! She empowers trauma survivors and turns their stories into best-selling books. Check out her latest project at heyyoungwriter.com
Have you ever been with an alcoholic who tried to stop drinking and all of a sudden they were cured from alcoholism? Yeah, same. In this episode, we talk about “The Pink Cloud” stage of recovery for addicts and anyone else who is making a commitment to changing their life.
In this episode we discuss how we can pull up experiences that have rooted us in unhealthy behaviours and begin nourishing and healing them.
Embracing change is hard, but resisting change just prolongs its process. Today's episode focuses on 5 ways you can initiate change.
When there is chaos in our family our roles adjust accordingly. In this episode we explore the "masks" we may wear to ensure our families survival.
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Mulch Memoirs
Digging up rooted stories and releasing them from our narrative.
She thought of a moth haphazardly and intensely bewitched by a flame. Why did these lethal dynamics feel compelling? The way she let men treat her, who she was magnetically drawn to and what she forgot and forgave seemed so uncharacteristic of her. She was alarmed at how unphased she was by emotional abuse. Was this resilience or weakness?
She wanted a love that consumed her. The electric touch that ignited sparks and gave you an intoxicating high that lingered on your skin. The remnants of this feeling is what motivated her to seek deep, passionate burning love, just like the one she once knew. What she failed to remember though was the unpredictable and possibly lethal destiny of a spark, the risk and insustainability of a fleeting flame and the hurt and destruction that a burn was capable of.
Many children who lived in [alcoholic] homes like this develop similar characteristics and behaviours. In 1978 a list was formulated called “The Laundry List” and was adopted as part of the Adult Children of Alcoholics World Service Organization.”
The narrator began to read out the list of characteristics and one by one I began to discover that what I thought was my inherent identity of a strong, responsible woman was only a facade.
I left my suite to take in the crisp, fall air and to embrace the time I had left to be comfortable outside before winter temperatures. The sidewalk was slightly damp and the air smelled of wet leaves and soil. A couple cozied arm and arm gave me a smile and a friendly nod as they passed me and I tried to give a believable, polite smile back. It is hard to feel optimism when everything around me is now dying. All the flowers and leaves spring birthed and summer nurtured were now shrivelling up and slowly decaying. Just like me.
I came to realize that I cocooned myself. I layered myself with a protective shield every time I was shamed, guilted, lied too, yelled at. Every word, argument, threat, swear, drink, built an armor around me so thick, that I wasn’t even aware I was wearing it. I was oblivious that I was traumatized. What I thought was resilience and strength, was a mask for how weak, hurt and fragile I was.
The next morning, she was soaked in humiliation and shame. Not because she had feelings for this person, since inevitably she just would, but because she revealed a vulnerable part of herself that was clouded. The memory of the night was distant and unreachable. She tried to focus on the fact he had slept with someone else to diminish her feelings of embarrassment but that just triggered her feelings of unworthiness.
As I sat there listening, I reflected on my phone call with my boyfriend the night before. I had experienced a very similar conversation. He was in a state of euphoria, as if he died, saw the light and was now on the path to enlightenment. He talked to me about how good he was feeling, how strong he felt, how in touch with himself he was, how in control he felt and how he knew this time it would be different. I sat there listening, not believing a single word that came out of his mouth.
We were lucky, but not immune to the impact this loss had on us years later. We survived, but we lost a piece of ourselves that was never fully restored. I continue to find sentiment in the undeserving, holding the false belief this will resurrect what I lost. I grieve an irreplaceable comfort and I long for a home I still am searching for.
I didn’t learn the proper lesson about letting go until I adopted my cat, Alice. It had been one year and the transition from the chaotic life I had been living to the calm one I was seeking was still underway. I went from an alcoholic household, to one toxic relationship to another, trauma bonding and igniting my codependent patterns and behaviours that were meticulously rooted within me.
Embracing change is hard, but resisting change just prolongs its process. In this article we focuses on 5 ways you can initiate change.