I went through a bout of depression when my nine-year relationship ended. I didn’t know where and who to turn to. Who was I supposed to be without my other half? The person who I saw, literally every day, for a third of my life? I felt so hopeless, lost in the maze of memories I no longer wanted to be a part of. Countless times, I thought about ending it all. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I remember binging for some days and then having nothing but water for others. My life was a mess, and it killed me to look at myself every morning.
I had practiced yoga on and off for a couple of years before everything came to a close. Now, with no one to turn to and in desperate need of guidance, I decided that maybe I could help myself. Maybe that’s what I had always needed in the first place. So I dove in head first and, I can admit now, drowned a little bit. Videos, classes, Instagram…Anything I could think of, I was there. It was overwhelming and I thought I could never accomplish what other yogis had so gracefully done.
But after awhile I posted my very first picture and slowly started to break the surface. The support in the yogi community, even to someone who had only posted a picture or two, was overwhelming. I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until I started following people on Instagram and realized that I wasn’t the only one. I wasn’t the only one with battle scars and wounds that would heal but could never fully go away. It was amazing to see so many people, most of them strangers, support each other unconditionally. I’ve connected with so many amazing people on Instagram that I’m excited to try to take my journey out into the physical world.
You are beautiful. You are enough. Look deeper into yourself and realize the strong soul that is waiting to break free. Empowerment will always start with you.
- Rosemarie Jose