I began hot yoga back in March of 2016, mere days after I had been medically cleared to exercise again following Iris’s birth. I was in a complete fog, on antidepressants, and going through the motions of the days without caring about much. Continue reading
If I had a time machine that could transport me back two days, I would tell myself to be prepared. Grieving hits at the most unexpected times.
I felt like I had been doing really well. Feeling even-keel, going to yoga consistently, ready to take on new challenges at work. Almost completely weaned from my anti-depressants. Continue reading