Yoga Journal #1

I started yoga during a thick period of anxiety and depression. I was in a business masters program that required me to sit in front of a computer for 10-12 daily. I was completely drained. At one point, i was having panic attacks daily. My husband and I couldn’t even have fun in our our free time together because I was constantly in a depleted, broken mental state. If you’re familiar with panic attacks or breathing exercises associated with anxiety and depression, you probably know where I’m about to go here. Telling me to breath in through my nose and out through my mouth slowly whilst in the middle of a panic attack...doesn’t work. Ain’t hap’nin. Thanks but no. I know it works in a literal sense to physically force yourself to calm down, but bringing yourself to actually do that is much more difficult than it sounds.

I started yoga to force myself to calm down. I knew breathing exercises weren’t going to cut it. I needed something physical to completely deter me away from my thoughts and feelings. I needed to do something with my hands, something with my body, something more than just “taking a chill pill”.

I shortly ended up deciding that pursuing a degree in business was not the route meant for me. I needed something to make me happy. I needed to feed my passion, which has always been fitness. I’m becoming a sort of certification collector. Certified in personal training, group fitness instruction, sports nutrition, and yoga instruction (in the making!), it’s quite obvious that I’ve poured myself into fitness.

I keep hearing the phrase “find places of healing and go there often.” Welcome to my yoga journey. I can’t wait to share it.

 

Namasté,

Yogi Lee