11/12/2025
I haven’t really been myself since losing my mom… and soon after, my grandfather — who I never had the chance to reconnect with after a terrible disagreement. 💔
That guilt has followed me for years. It pulled me away from Jai Bhakti Yoga… and honestly, from the yoga community as a whole.
I used to be obsessed with yoga — it was my life, my purpose, and my healing, always intertwined with my love of Ayurveda. 🪷 But after all that loss, the spark dimmed.
Over the past two years, depression took over my life. I even had a mild stroke while driving — my left side went completely numb. I couldn’t even pick up a roll of toilet paper. 🫣
Teaching yoga stopped feeling authentic because, truthfully, I was dying inside. I questioned my spirituality. I couldn’t trust others — and I couldn’t trust myself.
And here I was, fighting imposter syndrome every time I stood at the front of a class… until I finally had to stop altogether. 🫀
A dear friend took me to the hospital and stayed by my side through the pain that gripped my chest, heart, and lungs. That was my wake-up call. I quit va**ng. I started healing — slowly, breath by breath. 🕊️
My left arm is still weak, and deep breaths still bring a sharp pain behind my clavicle — but I keep pushing. Because I know I’m stronger than I realize, and more powerful than I think. 💪🏼
Today, I went to yoga and played with the foundations of what could one day become a half forearm/handstand balance. Later, I laughed at myself at Chronos — because healing isn’t always graceful… sometimes, it’s just funny. 😅
To anyone finding their way back to themselves after walking through darkness — this is for you. 🌑➡️🌞
Some days you’ll rise. Some days you’ll fall. Some days, you’ll just laugh at what could’ve been.
Just keep showing up. ✨
Please enjoy my silly little video — inspired by a pose I once saw years ago on the back cover of a Yoga Journal ad. It feels good to feel curious again. 💚