"Never a girl that followed the crowd, yet somehow, I lost myself along the way.I grew up dealing with losses - mostly from father figures. I had a biological father who was pretty uninterested in knowing me. And a step-dad that fell into addiction. Me? I just kept going, acting like it didn’t hurt" . "I'd never been the type of girl who dreamed about her wedding or her soulmate. I was all wanderlust for the cities I saw in tv shows and movies . Big dreams from a poor girl hoping to see the world. I spent my teens and early 20s yearning for life. I found myself falling into the “daddy issues” category. Trying to identify and define myself with romance... only it wasn’t romantic at all. What it was, was a slow form of self destruction and a lack of self love . On reflection - I was traumatised to the point that I romanticised anything to bear the pain of the rejection I felt in my heart. I moved across the world to distance myself from all things triggering and “find myself” . I’m not sure where the courage came from - partly myself, but mostly my family . I started hitting my mat consistently. I set very clear intentions for myself every day. I showed up for myself. Something not many had done for me.I did things alone - a lot of things.I listened to my heart . My yoga mat was my sanctuary. My safe place.Talking about this actually brings tears to my eyes because these are the times I realise how far I’ve come . I have found my independence. I have defined MYSELF.I’ve honoured the promises I made to myself with the strength and connection I found doing yoga.Recognising the traumas you’ve been through and healing yourself as an adult is not for the faint hearted, but I can promise you that the inner work will one day lead you to places that make you smile brighter than the sun. Pure joy and gratitude will make your heart swell to feel more than you thought you ever could . The light now shines through the cracks in my soul and illuminates my being 💚 . I am free 🙏 .