In 2013 I was working in client services at a marketing agency. I was 24 and living a pretty typical early 20’s lifestyle. My week was busy and Friday afternoon never came around quickly enough. I was anxious but I always had been, to a varying degree.
In the December of 2013 my big brother died suddenly and everything changed. It felt like the rug had been swept out from underneath me. Everything that had previously made sense suddenly didn’t. I went back to work but struggled to keep up with the life I lived before. My anxiety reached a new level. The worst had happened and it could happen again. I felt lost.
This was when yoga stepped in. Initially it gave me somewhere to go when I had no idea what to do with myself. It gave me something to do. I noticed that after I practised I felt calmer and less overwhelmed so I kept it up.
Looking back yoga started a self-healing domino effect. It hadn’t occurred to me before that I had the power to soothe myself and make such an impact on my wellbeing.
I slowed down. I started practicing self-care. I learnt how to rest, began to write and in turn felt a closeness to myself that I had never experienced before. I stopped being led by what I thought others expected of me. I decided that stress didn’t have to be a part of my daily life.
These practices helped me healed myself of the anxiety I experienced daily and have held a healthy space for my grief. I’m stronger and more resilient than I’ve ever been. I’m now so much more determined and equipped to live a life that feels sustainable to me.
My experience has inspired the work that I do sharing movement, writing and rest as tools for living a present, connected and compassionate way of life.