Most Western yoga students don’t know that yoga is the work of men, incredible men with an unquenchable thirst to understand life, death, and the cosmos. Let’s go to the beginning. Five thousand years ago, Maharishi Patanjali compounded thousands of years of philosophy into what we now call the Yoga…

This article aims to draw a correlation between a mental health diagnosis and a decade of undiagnosed health issues. At 19 years old, I was diagnosed with an eating disorder. My childhood memories are pocked with distortions. Like when I was six years old, staring at my stomach in my…

My small-business-owning parents sold their restaurant after experiencing a post-pandemic employee shortage. No one saw it coming. When my parents closed their restaurant dining room to abide by the law during the height of Covid-19, they never expected they wouldn’t fully open a year later. After Covid-19 precautions eased and…

Imagine being the first person to recognize yourself in a pool of water. The startle, the synchronization of movement, and realizing that the reflection is you. Pre-historic humans only caught their reflection in still water. …

In my initial appointment with my trauma therapist, she led me through a meditation where I established a place of safety in my mind. This place was to be revisited over and over again. Two years later, I still retreat there, especially before sleep. I rolled my eyes a bit…

Learning how to increase dopamine reactions made me revise my long-term health goals. We are three (almost four) months away from the New Year and three months away from resolutions we habitually set in January. As a result, unmet health and wellness goals are a running joke at the end of each year, like when Michael Scott flosses his teeth at 11:59pm on…

Half of the time I couldn’t understand the blend between bogan and grime. Still, he could always make me laugh with his goofy wit and easy smile. When I ask, “How are you?” over cheesecake at 2 AM, his blue eyes slant down at the sides and I know, he’s…

I fidgeted with my dress. It had been too long since I sat in a church pew and in my time away, I had forgotten about hems that were considered ‘too short’. The older gentlemen’s eyes couldn’t help but rest on the place where my floral mini hit my upper…

He fell like rain. Cold, hitting little pressure points on my skin as each drop gained momentum, plummeting toward earth in their eagerness to touch the ground or the treetops, my forehead, my lips. It was sometime in December when London drizzled relentlessly with rain. London has a particular kind…