I’ve sat across from many clients in the perinatal period—pregnant, postpartum, grieving, or navigating the early days of parenting—and I’ve noticed a recurring theme: many are holding their breath, waiting for permission to exhale. To feel. To be human. To fall apart and still be worthy of care.
As a decolonial therapist and mother, I understand that the perinatal period is not just clinical—it’s deeply relational. It’s a sacred unfolding of identity, ancestry, and emotional depth.
And yet, our healthcare systems often reduce it to checklists, discharge instructions, and six-week follow-up visits that barely scratch the surface.
That’s where Radical Love enters—not as a buzzword, but as a compass.
Radical Love is about showing up to the truth, especially when it’s inconvenient or messy. It asks us to reimagine what it means to support someone—not by fixing or rushing them—but by witnessing them fully.
It’s a love that’s disruptive, ancestral, and healing.
A love that says: “You do not need to perform wellness to deserve care.”
In Western frameworks, especially for BIPOC birthing people, love is often transactional—earned through silence, strength, or stoicism. We are praised for enduring pain quietly, for making do, for surviving with a smile.
But Radical Love turns that on its head. It says:
- You are allowed to fall apart.
- You are allowed to ask for help without shame.
- You are allowed to name what has harmed you, and expect better.
Radical Love makes space for grief, anger, fear, and joy to coexist. It honors the totality of the perinatal experience, including the parts that don’t make it into the baby shower photos.
It recognizes that birth, postpartum, and parenting are not just physical acts—they are emotional and spiritual thresholds. And crossing them deserves sacred witnessing.
In many ancestral teachings, love is not a passive state—it’s a practice of interconnection.
You are not raising a child alone. You are doing so with the breath of your ancestors, with the memory of those who came before, and with the hope of those yet to come.
When I sit with a client, I don’t ask them to be strong—I invite them to be whole.
To return to themselves without judgment.
To listen to their body’s cues without overriding them.
To speak what is true, even when it’s hard.
That is Radical Love in action. Not perfection, but presence.
For many BIPOC birthing people, there is no separation between healing and community. Healing is inherently political, spiritual, and embodied.
That’s why at YAI Wellness, we offer care that isn’t just trauma-informed—it’s truth-informed.
We hold your rage and your joy with equal reverence.
We walk with you, not ahead of you.
And we remember: healing is not a destination. It’s a rhythm. A return. A reclamation.
You don’t have to go through this alone. You never did.
