Yoga became my path to healing.

When I lost my mother at fourteen, grief settled not only in my heart but in my body. As a young figure skater, I pushed through the pain, but years of compression and injury in my lower back reminded me that unhealed grief finds a home in our tissues.

Through yoga, I learned to move gently with what hurts — to breathe space into the places that felt tight with loss. Over time, the practice became my medicine, teaching me that we don’t have to fight grief to heal; we can honor it, breathe with it, and allow it to move through us.

Yoga continues to guide me back to my Self — a place where healing happens through mindful movement, presence, and compassion.

✨ Healing begins when we allow ourselves to feel.