More Writer Than Doula

Lately, I have been feeling more like a writer than a postpartum doula.

I have been sitting in stillness, letting life move through me and these words just begin to rise — not because I am journaling or following a prompt, but because something inside me needs to come out.

I have never been someone who journals every day as a ritual.
I do not sit with a notebook and try to track my thoughts or untangle my feelings with structured reflection. No.
What comes through are moments.
Moments so big, so heavy, so soul-deep that I cannot hold them in my body anymore.

And more often than not, I know these words are not just for me.
They are meant to be shared. With someone. Somewhere.

These days, I feel more writer than postpartum doula.
Not because I do not love birth work — I do. I love it deeply.
But you will not often see me posting facts, statistics or step-by-step guides to the postpartum period, even though I value that kind of knowledge.
Others are already doing that work and they are doing it beautifully. I do not need to add more noise.

Someone once said: “Use your social media to market yourself to potential clients. Show them what you are all about.”

Well, here’s what I’m all about:

Yes, I love a good fact or evidence-based insight.
Yes, I will share something helpful from time to time.
But honestly? I would rather be in your home, sitting beside you, holding space.
I would rather be the steady presence in your chaos.
I would rather offer you food, warmth, rest — or simply witness your tears.

You know, when I was choosing a name for my business, Holding You was in the top two.
Because that is it.
That is what I do.
I hold you.

I hold you when you cry, when you rage, when everything is falling apart.
I hold you when no one else will.
I hold the sacred, messy, raw unfolding of your early motherhood — not to fix, but to witness.
To honour.
To remind you that you are not alone in this.

Maybe I’m not just a writer.
Maybe I’m writing as a way of holding too.