As many of you know, in the late autumn of last year, I was dealing with some major anxiety issues, in which many nights led to me going to a former friend for support. The root of where it began I'm still uncertain of but the battle has been won. I began to practice yoga to clear my mind and things got better (all, of course, through the love & power of Christ.) For months, I practiced yoga and I could see major changes in myself. All was well. Until the cataclysm this past April which led to the ending of a year-long friendship. I expected the sky to fall and for me to take three giant steps back. I got better. I was actually happy. It wasn't until I purged the negativity and the noise that I could focus on true happiness. I applied for school and was waiting to see what the next chapter was. I found time to make better friends and volunteer and give back to the community. And slowly I depended less on yoga as therapy. weeks became months until eventually I stopped going. I enjoyed the practice but I was better now. I took a class this past week and yoga seemed almost foreign. I guess the lesson I learned is healing; heal and then move on.