I’m Monique. Daughter of Aleyda, granddaughter of Concepcion, and great-granddaughter of Angelica.
I wrestled with depression from my early teens and became a widow at 25 years old. In my early 30s I left religion and found yoga, which I credit as taking me from surviving to thriving.
These days I take care of my heart a little bit every day through writing, teaching yoga, supporting humans in their experience of grief, and mothering my son.
I am an SE™ Practitioner in Training. My largest body of work is offering a polyvagal-based, trauma-informed lens through which to explore and explain grief in the body. My book The Grief Practice is a beautiful, art-filled, large-format, workbook-style book that dives into these practices through story, science, and yoga. My workshops bring the book to life in an experiential format.
I post daily on grief here.
I live in San Diego, California, where I plant giant sunflowers every spring and believe at least six impossible things before breakfast.
I send a note to you once a month or so if you say yes here. No bells-and-whistles, just some honest words from my heart to yours.
What would I say if the whole world was listening?
This is not a dress rehearsal.
What would you say?