Oxytocin: There Is. No. Substitute.

Photo by Tobias Baumgaertner, Melbourne, 2020 https://www.bbc.com/news/in-pictures-55416365

“Tell me about your emotional support network,” I ask patients every year at their annual exam.

Our relationships kill us or save us, I am still convinced. 

How is your emotional support network? If you’re really honest: How secure are you in your relationships? How truly connected do you feel to the people in your life? In my mind, secure and connected relationships make up the core of our health and well-being. They are what give us deepest meaning and purpose, and what hold us up through any and all adversity.

This feeling of closeness, the ineffable sense of connection that inspires the most timeless and evocative poetry, that moves us to heroic acts, and that inexorably bonds lovers, friends, and especially mothers and children, is mediated in large part by oxytocin, the so-called love hormone. In the body it facilitates childbirth and lactation by contracting smooth muscle in the uterus and milk ducts. It plays a role in sexual arousal and orgasm. In the brain it promotes feelings of relaxation, trust, and belonging. It may even make us better at attuning to one another’s emotional cues. Levels rise when we connect with others, such as when hugging, dancing, and even reading or hearing stories. Interestingly, oxytocin also increases in times of stress, such as when we are separated from loved ones and feeling anxious. How fascinating and protective–I LOVE how nature works! The research seems new, but it may be that when cortisol rose under threat stress (of which social isolation is one of the most severe and dangerous), our ancestors whose oxytocin levels also rose survived better because it caused them to seek reconnection with the tribe, to stay close despite the drive to separate. Like so many things in nature and the body, the dynamic balance of opposing instincts gives us amazingly effective elasticity, flexibility, and adaptiveness–not only for survival but to really thrive.

Like other neurotransmitters, oxytocin’s presence in tissues is transient, stimulated and cleared in the course of normal cellular function. That said, the frequency, intensity, and consistency of tissue exposure to oxytocin has important consequences. More oxytocin correlates with improved mood, more secure attachment, and even increased pro-social behavior such as donating to charity and helping others in need. So how can we get more of this life-enhancing hormone in our systems? It’s about relationships, duh.

“She understood now. Treasure wasn’t something that could be picked up and carried off, that could be owned. Whatever happened here… could only happen here, and after it happened, it lived on inside you.”
The Conquering of Tate the Pious, Sierra Simone

Multitple times a week, I think my brain must be positively swimming in oxytocin. Ethos workouts with Jacob, Pam, Tim, Kasey, and now Andrew and Hailey stimulate it, for sure. I schedule regular meals and calls with close friends, and that always lifts me. These interpersonal contact highs defy verbal expression, truly. When I meet someone new I listen for their stories, engage my most sincere curiosity, and ask open ended questions to learn more about the very interesting person in front of me. We inevitably find something fascinating to share and expound on. I make these connections all the time, and the benefits last.

So therein lies the treasure. There simply is no substitute for the time and attention required to connect meaningfully in relationship with our fellow humans. Pictures in albums and shared on social media are great to commemorate, but they only matter because they bring back the feelings we had in communion–that warm and fuzzy, settled yet giddy, glad and joyous sense of true togetherness and connection. 

And it doesn’t necessarily need to be in person. Phone, video, letters–OMG letters! Read how The World Showed Up For Steven through www.moreloveletters.com, a website that allows people to request snail mail for their loved ones going through a hard time. Steven was widowed after 64 years of marriage and his daughter thought she could get maybe a dozen people to drop him a note. He received hundreds of letters, some that also included gifts of books, drawings, and invitations to Zoom meals. You are not alone. If that doesn’t raise someone’s oxytocin levels, I don’t know what does.

Cards, gestures, messages, collages, stories; hugging, laughing, crying, cuddling, making love–sharing love–that’s what it’s about, my friends. And it’s all kinds of love: romantic, platonic, fraternal, familial, collegial–Agape. Just the act of giving it heals us, even if we don’t necessarily get it back. *sigh*

I bet writing this post has elevated my oxytocin levels! As I think of my amazing friends, my loved ones, my patients, colleagues, and all of you readers–we are all connected! I feel it in my chest the most–full and calm–comforted the way a soft, heavy blanket feels on a cold night. If you want an oxytocin boost and blogging isn’t your thing, try these 12 suggestions. Or just do what the meme below says. Regardless, I hope you’re getting all the connection you need and want to live your best life, dear Reader. It’s what I wish for us all.

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Love Letters for My Soul

Taking a break from COVID, racism, equity and other heavy things this week, my friends.  It’s too much, what with RBG’s recurrent metastatic cancer and John Lewis’s death.  I’ve been glued to my phone and computers all week, reading, digesting, observing, integrating, posting, connecting and conversing.  I had at least three important ideas for the blog, and they all need to marinate longer.

But I still had to write!  I owe letters to three friends, and they can wait.  What needed doing tonight were five love letters to strangers. 

Sometime this spring, while sheltering at home, I discovered More Love Letters.  Their mission is simple:

Deliver hand written letters to people who could use some extra love via snail mail.

People submit nominations for letter recipients, and every month the MLL team selects five to post.  Each recipient’s nominator writes a heartfelt request, and supplies an address.  Letters are requested to be postmarked by the last day of the month (but I bet they’d take some tardy ones, because they are sent with love?).  Tonight I wrote my second ever set of love letters, on washi tape stationery, of course.  I may have more cards and tape than I will use in my lifetime, so I’m more than happy to share!  Maybe next month I will include a blank card and envelope as a gift for the recipient to pass along—I’ll even put a stamp on it!

In this time of tumult and conflict, of heaviness and stress, reaching out to offer some light to others heals me.  They will not know who I am (well, unless they happen to read this post, I guess), and I will not get a card back in reply.  I get to write some encouraging words that might brighten someone’s day.  But I do it for myself as much as for them.

Maybe you could use a mutual pick-me-up, too?  Each one took less than five minutes.  The words came easily, organically, and happily.  “Holding you in light,” “Sending love and support,” “Wishing you everything you need in this crazy time.” Easy peasy, written sincerely–it feels so good.  You don’t have to write to all five nominees—do what moves you.  Maybe you’ll be inspired to also drop a note to your best friend, your colleague who’s challenged, or someone who recently crossed your mind, who’d probably love to know you were thinking of them.

Now is exactly the time to connect, don’t you think?

Oh and I have no financial or other interests in this organization. I just love that they encourage connection and snail mail, two of my favorite things.