In my 20+ years of navigating the highs and lows of recovery from anorexia, yoga has been an essential and constant tool that's facilitated a great deal of my healing. I taught yoga for 7 years before getting married, starting a career, and having children. With the beautiful gift of motherhood also came a whirlwind of stress, endless exhaustion, a severe eating disorder relapse, and depression. As I frantically tried to balance being the perfect mother, wife, and professional, my yoga practice fell away. I knew I needed help when someone once asked me what I enjoy doing and I literally could not respond. My brain searched for an answer, but there were no words, descriptions, or memories. In that moment, I felt empty, blank, and unsure if I would ever recover.
It became clear to me how entirely disconnected I was from my passions—those essential things big and small that ring true with who I am at my core. For so long I believed I had no choice but to run myself into the ground, that I had to put off attending to my needs until my girls went to college. The reality was I had no choice because I was ensnared in self-imposed limitations. Possibilities or alternatives were no where to be found, or so I believed.