Elements For A Healthier Life Magazine Issue 02 | June 2016 - Page 26

Yoga has become a buzzword in recent years, and its acceptance into Western culture has prompted spin-offs more focused on appearance than on its transformational power.

My own journey with yoga began about 17 years ago – quite a while before it became an “in” thing to do in the US. At the time, I was in my mid-30s and I was working hard to figure out how to heal.

A couple of years earlier I had reached a breaking point, no longer able to manage the lifelong anxiety and posttraumatic stress from a violent childhood or the chronic pain and other physical ailments that had been steadily increasing over the previous 10 years.

My biological father died in March of 1997 and that opened a cascade of emotions: it was a tremendous relief to escape his anger and I was thrilled that my mother was free of his tyranny; at the same time, I struggled with trying to understand why he hadn’t loved me and with trying to figure out what was wrong with me that made me unlovable (that long-term question had been compounded when my husband of 10 years left me and our three small children quite suddenly in late 1992).

By the summer of 1997, I was cracking.



First in a three-part series

By Kat Tozier