Yoga found me when everything else fell apart.
After losing my sister in 2014, I found myself walking into a small studio near my office. Little did I know, I was stepping into a place that would slowly restore me. At first, it was just a way to keep going. But over time, it opened a doorway - one where I shortly began to learn to feel again, to let down my guard, and reconnect with the person I had been before the sorrow.
Years later, after a long pause and many twists in my life, yoga called me back. In 2023, I came back to the mat only to be met with another devastating loss: the sudden passing of my husband. The heartbreak was indescribable. And yet, in the stillness of each practice, I found refuge.
Yoga didn’t fix the pain, but it offered a flow when everything in my life felt chaotic. It reminded me that healing doesn’t follow a straight path - it spirals, loops, and unfolds in its own time.
Now, I teach from that place - the deep knowing that this practice can hold all of it - grief, joy, uncertainty, and the slow, sacred process of coming home to yourself.
I offer what I know: yoga is a space to land, a gentle return to the body, and a reminder that you are enough - you are already whole.
