I meant to start this blog 10 weeks ago at the beginning of my as a yoga teacher. For some reason, I just…I couldn’t. And then it hit me: with something I feel so strongly and passionate about, how can I reduce it to mere words? As yoga teachers, our job is to help heal others. To do this, we have to first heal ourselves. At the beginning of the training, I was taking five different kinds of prescription drugs (adderall, zoloft, ambien…), smoking a pack of cigarettes a day, sleeping 2 hours a night, struggling with eating disorders that took over my life for years. I was lifeless - I worked so hard trying to be perfect, trying to be normal. 10 long weeks later, I am so unbelievably blessed to be where I am now, to have experience what I did, and to be on this new journey for life. I feel alive for the first time in years - the innocence of a child who follows and acts on their innate desires, oblivious to the judgement from the world around them. I see with new eyes. I feel with a new heart. And I have 57 people to thank for that. I can’t express my love for the 57 amazing, divine beings who traveled the road with me. There are absolutely no words that could ever describe it. Together, we climbed mountains We defeated demons. We pulled one another out of quicksand. We laughed, cried, screamed, shared, meditated, moved, danced, embraced, cried some more (I think enough tears were shed to hydrate a small country), and most importantly, we loved. We fell in love with each other and learned to love ourselves. 
