Depression is hard.
Writing this is hard.
It's hard being human. It hurts.
I'm sensitive, I know that. I feel things deeply.
"Tender is the ghost, the ghost I love the most."
I try to be happy, and at times I am.
But it creeps in like a tender ghost, reminding me that it is still a part of me.
A part of who I am.
And I can welcome it and honor that I am human.
and honor that I am not perfect.
or suffer in my own self loath.
I'll leave this here for you.
In honor of the emotional human.
- M
Yoga is my therapy, movement is my medicine, peace is my goal.
I experienced the loss of my father right before my first year of college.
I was leaving home, moving to NYC to pursue an education and a career in art. At the same time, I was experiencing the death of a parent.
I was caught between two feelings.
What was once the excitement and ecstasy of taking on the biggest adventure of my life was suddenly replaced with trauma, loneliness, and fear.
I needed to shut the world off for a minute. It was all going too fast...
I decided to start taking yoga to find some stillness, some clarity, a moment of quiet before leaving to New York that summer.
I didn't understand much of it then other than the silence that it brought my mind lead to some healing in my heart. Little did I know this practice would change my entire life.
I want you to know that healing is possible. Its a journey.
I hope that through my sharing of personal experiences with these rituals and practices, you are able to heal those wounds, and become stronger.
I see you. I hear you. I'm with you.
