How I Went From No Way To Namaste: How Yoga Saved My Life

Last year I was a heap of depression. I was a 35-year-old new mother who suffered major complications after the delivery of my daughter. Those complications gave way to the aftershocks of PTSD and a heavy dose of postpartum depression. The dream of summer days spent enjoying my little one, taking long walks with the stroller, working the garden, and getting a night or two out with my partner were shattered into shards of anxiety, anger, lethargy, a deep mistrust of my own body. It was lonely, and it sucked the life out of me. I got real bitter before I got better. My younger sister came to visit from California where she lives as a yoga instructor; reached out down to the depths of me and encouraged me to just "try" a yoga class. I was completely turned off, there was no way that I was going to Namaste my way out of the sinkhole that surrounded me. Or so I thought. She went back home and I spent a few more months in my misery until one evening I received a phone call from another friend asking me to join her for an all to early morning yoga class the next day. I accepted her invitation and the next day I found myself sweating and sliding across a yoga mat. There were women twice my age holding poses as I flipped and flopped all over the floor. My sweat turned to tears as I realized how far I had fallen away from my body. Despite my poor performance something peaked my interest. I was moving through my body to reach my monkey mind. I felt just the slightest bit more set...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news