Irrevocably Me
how death has helped me live
They say when someone dies you are irrevocably changed — that a part of you dies as well. That may be true, but for me, it’s also the day that a part of me came to life.
My mom died the day before she was due to be released from the hospital. December 14th, 2015. I was 36. That was the day my life changed.
That was the day I began to find the real me. Her death sent me on a journey to become something I never thought I would be — a Yoga Teacher.
I know you’re probably thinking, what’s the big deal about that? Isn’t everyone and their dog pretty much a yoga teacher these days? Well, mainly because I’m a big ‘ol introvert, who is not comfortable with public speaking — let alone teaching people!
For around a decade I’d been doing yoga on and off, every once in a while. But after my mom passed, I turned to yoga to help me cope with my grief. On January 1st, 2016, I started doing daily yoga at home thanks to online yoga, and I made a promise to myself to continue with it every day. This helped give my mind a few minutes out of my day to take a welcome break from my swirling and grief-filled thoughts. It was like taking a time out for my soul, and I found it so therapeutic.
