11/12/2025
🕊️ I lost my spark for yoga… but today, I laughed again.
I haven’t really been myself since losing my mom — and soon after, my grandfather, before we ever made peace. 💔
The guilt pulled me away from Jai Bhakti Yoga… and from the yoga world that once felt like home.
I used to be obsessed with yoga — my life, my medicine, my purpose, intertwined with Ayurveda. 🪷
But after all that loss, the light dimmed.
Two years of depression followed — and even a mild stroke while driving left my left side numb. I couldn’t lift a roll of toilet paper. Teaching stopped feeling authentic because I was dying inside.
I questioned everything — my faith, my spirit, myself. Imposter syndrome took over, and I finally had to stop. 🫀
A dear friend got me to the hospital that day. I quit va**ng. I began to heal — slowly, breath by breath. 💚
My left arm is still weak, deep breaths still sting behind my clavicle, but I’m pushing through — because I am stronger than I think.
Today, I played with a pose that reminded me why I fell in love with yoga. I even laughed at myself. 😅
Healing isn’t always graceful — sometimes, it’s just funny.
To anyone finding their way back after darkness — this is for you. 🌑➡️🌞
Some days you rise, some days you fall, some days… you just laugh.
✨ Just keep showing up. ✨