My love affair with yoga began with a slow and steady courtship. I had done a few classes here and there as a compliment to my dance training, but never adopted a regular practice. I felt that I had other ways of getting my body moving with dance and the gym…yoga was just something I would do if I was feeling tired and wanted a good stretch.
Then, at 20 years old, my physical and mental health hit rock bottom. I found myself moving home from university, quitting dance, battling mono and being treated for depression. My doctor suggested I try taking some yoga classes as a gentle way to keep myself physically active and hey, it might even help with my depression and anxiety. To this – I rolled my eyes. Did this lady really think hitting a mat and doing some poses and some stretches was going to save my life?
Luckily, some part of me actually listened. I started attending a class at my gym once a week and slowly but surely, I was hooked. After finally completing my university degree and moving back home I discovered PYC. This practice and this place became my sanctuary. It brought me to the realization that I am in control of my own emotions, thoughts and reactions. I spent the first twenty years of my life in a dark fog—dwelling on the past, worrying about the future and being completely unaware of the present moment. Every time I hit my mat I learn more about myself. It is a constant reminder that the only place I have to look to find my authentic self is deep inside.
Yoga was the missing piece in my life and I am so grateful that it came to me when I needed it most. I am thrilled to be in a place to share a practice that has brought countless physical and most importantly, mental benefits to me both on and off my mat.