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How Pole Dancing Disrupts My Depression
It’s so much more than twirling in heels
Last month, I signed up for a six-week beginner pole dancing course.
I suppose you could call a 38-year-old woman and mother who starts pole fitness a cliche, but that’s the least of my concerns.
This is something I’ve been wanting to try for about a decade now, back when I first started seeing amazing videos of it online. And I’m so happy to finally have the opportunity.
I was thrilled to start pole dancing first and foremost because I love to dance. I also love the stylistic art form of taking dance to the pole.
Watching the women who have been at it for a while is incredible. I love their fluidity and athleticism. The way they spin in the air like ballerinas, and like gravity is hardly a bother. The way they can climb the pole and support their entire body with a mere squeeze of the thighs.
I also love the outfits, the heels, the music, and the culture.
Now that I’ve started my own pole journey, I’m already seeing the positive impact it’s having on my mental health.
In my twenties and early thirties, I sometimes had crippling panic attacks that shook me to my core and disrupted my life, making it difficult to work or drive…
