One of the definitions of the word menstrual in Oxford English Dictionary is "the time during which a disease runs its course” This kind of language first appeared in19th-century medical books. If we go deeper than that, the actual definition of the word "menstrual" was directly derived from the Latin word menstrualis, which simply means “monthly”. On a personal level, my journey of uncovering the true meaning of my cycles took me years. I was introduced to my menstrual cycle when I was a teenager by being told that it’s ok to bleed and here’s a piece of cloth to use for hygiene purposes. Nothing was mentioned about what happens on the physical level during this time (clearing of a uterine lining) , what happens on an energetic level (the body signals me to slow down and rest) and what happens on a spiritual level (I can connect deeper to my spirituality, receive insights and feel connected to the cycles of life). My menstrual cycles used to be accompanied by pain and discomfort. I couldn’t talk about what I was going through due to shame, especially knowing that other women had it much worse than I did. From the stories my mom told me and my friends shared with me, it seemed like women were just supposed to tolerate the pain. When I came to the United States, I learned that taking Advil or Tylenol is one way to “handle the pain". It wasn’t until my 30’s that I learned that having painful or uncomfortable cycles wasn't the norm. When I was getting my Master’s in Spiritual Psychology, I learned about a technique called Free Form Writing. The instructions were to write without censoring or inhibiting yourself. The finished piece of writing didn't even have to make sense. The intentions for this practice were: emptying your mind, tapping into your emotions and going deeper into the subconscious processes. So, I decided to apply Free Form Writing to my cycle and I gave a voice to my pain, watching the words spill out on paper. It helped me to feel better but the discomfort of cycles didn’t go away. Years later, a healer introduced me to the work of Miranda Gray, author and spiritual teacher who educates women about their cycles. I ordered her book, “Red Moon”, which opened my eyes to the four phases that my body moves through every month. I, for the first time, learned that having a menstrual cycle isn’t a curse. I learned that my body moves through different seasons, just like nature. Since then, I learned to honor my cycles as beautiful portals that support me in slowing down, resting and experiencing a deeper connection to my intuition, as well as the Divine. Now they feel more like rituals, rather than burdens. Here are resources that I used and I recommend to you if you are curious or if you truly desire to experience pain free and stress free cycles:
Also, if you want to have a meditation to listen to while you are healing, I created one and it's available for purchase here: You don’t need to take all of these steps, all at once, to find relief. Choose one or two suggestions that you feel most drawn to and start there. I experimented for a period of 10 yrs and I am still learning more and more about my cycle. I know that for my continued health and wellness, I am simply responsible for supporting my body’s inherent intelligence and wisdom. My body knows what she is doing! Drop me a line if you want to and let me know how your journey unfolds! Be well. Warmly, Gayane Kulikyan |
Helping you release stress, so you can find your inner peace and fulfillment.
Hi Reader, Today we are moving through the Full Moon cycle and a lunar eclipse. If you didn’t know this, you are connected to the stars, the sun and the moon! You are not separate from the beautiful cosmos that you are living in. If you are brand you to this connection and you want to explore it further, I created a video to support you in creating a healing ritual of release. Watch it below! And...because my YouTube community reached a 500 subscribers mark, I created a gift with a short and...
The weight of grief used to feel heavy.I carried it with me wherever I went.Tears were neatly tucked into my heart and belly. In my younger years, I didn’t even know how to grieve. I remember my mom telling me about a tradition in Azerbaijan, the country where I was born. When a family lost a loved one, they would invite—or sometimes hire—a special mourner. This woman would wail and cry aloud, invoking tears in others, so grief would not be buried but honored together, communally. Those...
I used to keep grief at arms length. I repressed it into the deepest crevices of my body. I held it tightly in my chest and my belly. Honestly, I didn’t even know how to grieve. In my 20’s I remember the floodgates opening for the first time. I was sitting in the park and feeling the warmth of the sunshine on my skin. The warmth of the sunshine also landed on my chest. I felt tears rolling down my face as the frozenness inside me melted. Grief showed up again me after a romantic breakup....