08/04/2026
Before I found yoga, I was actually lost. Mentally. Physically. Spiritually.
When I started yoga, I hadn’t committed to anything for myself before other than my own self destructive lifestyle.
When I started yoga, the progress was painfully slow. I wanted to quit a million times. Making it through an hour long class wasn’t even an option.
When I started yoga, I didn’t know how to be honest with myself.
I had spent so long disconnecting from my own body and emotions that I didn’t even realize how much I was suffering.
I wasn’t a happy person.
And it showed up in every area of my life.
But I kept showing up.
Because eventually you reach a point where staying the same hurts more than changing. That was the turning point.
Not the day everything magically got better.
The day I decided I was going to commit even when it felt hard. Even when I wasn’t seeing results. Even when I questioned if it was doing anything at all.
In time, something started to shift.
My body got stronger, but so did my mind. I learned how to slow down instead of constantly running from myself or constantly worrying about others first.
I learned how to regulate my emotions instead of being controlled by them.
I became more aware of my thoughts, my reactions, my habits, and the stories I was telling myself.
I started processing life instead of just surviving it.
As my body became more capable, I became more confident. I trusted myself again. I carried myself differently. I handled challenges differently.
Yoga didn’t remove the hard seasons. It gave me the tools to move through them and a place to practice without judgement.
Over the last 10+ years, yoga has met me in every chapter of my life through grief, uncertainty, burnout, healing, growth, and everything in between.
It has taught me resilience. Presence. Patience. Self respect. And maybe most importantly…that transformation isn’t something that happens to you.
It’s something you practice. Something you choose to dedicate yourself to because you know what’s on the other side is your best self.
Every single day.
If someone had told the version of me who walked into that first class where I’d be ten years later, I never would have believed them.
And that’s exactly why I’ll never stop encouraging people to begin. Because you don’t have to believe in the transformation yet. You just have to be willing to take the first step.
