2015 brought a turning point, both joyful and deeply painful.
In March, I began my Yoga Teacher Training. For three intense months, I immersed myself in the practice…learning, stretching, breathing and discovering the deeper dimensions of yoga.
Those sessions taught me discipline, patience and the joy of opening myself to growth.
By June, I had completed my 200-hour YTT certification…ready to step into teaching.
Yet, life had another challenge waiting for me. On 18th July 2015, my beloved sister passed away. The grief hit me like a tidal wave. On one hand, I had to be strong for my mom, making sure she was okay. On the other, I was trying to navigate my own heartbreak. The world felt heavy, and the joy I had just discovered in yoga seemed distant at times.
During those months, I stopped blogging.
Words that once flowed freely, felt impossible. There were days when even standing on the mat felt like a struggle. And yet, even in that dark pit, yoga quietly stayed with me…the breaths, the postures, the mindfulness. They became small anchors, subtle reminders that life continues and healing is a process.
By the end of 2016, I found a way to slowly return to writing.
It was not about perfection or progress anymore….it was about honoring the journey, including the hard, silent parts. Those pauses, though painful, shaped my perspective and strengthened my resolve to live fully, teach authentically and embrace the uncertainties that life brings.
Reflection: I remember the grief and silence and I honor the strength it took to keep going. Those months shaped me in ways words cannot fully capture.
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