Water Fast Post #3: Lemme Tell You a Little About Myself. Again.

Since 2005, during what even my ob/gyn aptly declared a pregnancy from hell, I’ve spent the last 8 ½ years slowly accruing a slew of annoying health symptoms:

  • Anemia
  • Severe adult-onset seasonal allergies
  • Adult onset anaphylaxis allergy to wheat
  • Mild to moderate depression
  • Low thyroid function
  • Low energy & fatigue
  • Unexplained weight gain
  • Irregular periods
  • Being cold all the time
  • Itchy, hivey skin
  • Muscle pain
  • Ear Ringing (tinnitus)

These things were not life threatening (save the two times I arrived at the ER in an ambulance, unconscious, from eating a piece of toast), thus not enough to warrant acute alarm by the army of doctors I’ve seen in since my daughter was born.

Several doctors I’ve seen, in a shoulders-up-I-have-no-idea gesture, had always blamed suggested stress as the culprit.   And it made sense: I was stretching myself thin as a business owner, mother, head of household, high school teacher.

You’re stressed. Case closed.

I’d been declared “normal” by my lab numbers more times than I can count, but let me tell you, life did not feel so normal. It was not so much fun. Several years ago, coming across a photo of myself looking incredibly happy with a group of friends on vacation in my early 30s, I recalled that I didn’t remember the last time I had felt such consistent joy.

Don’t get me wrong; I had caught glimpses of it: On a hike with my kiddo, or at the beach together near our cabin on Whidbey Island…..

….And on the yoga mat. Where I feel the hope that loving life again could be a possibility.   I hold on to the teachings of yoga as a lifeline. At times, I used (I should say, use, in present tense, too) them to haul myself out of bed and out of my own despondency. In yoga, whether I was teaching or receiving, I felt, if not well, at least I was alive.

Even in the midst of spending the better part of a decade feeling so shitty, yogic teachings were always at the root of what little understanding I did have about our resilience as humans.

I like to think that my experiences have allowed me to learn empathy for other people’s struggles and pain. As a teacher, I’ve found a venue to share what has become my lifeline with anyone who cares to listen. I’ve become more and more transparent with sharing my own struggles, even though I sometimes cringe when I say too much.

Just the other day I was taking a class with Alison when a fellow student mentioned that he knew everything about me. “Boy, you sure tell all,” he joked.

Which stopped me in my tracks, and for a minute, I questioned myself. Am I too much??


Storytelling is my way to authentic teaching. And my hope in sharing my own struggles, is to create a space where others feel it’s OK and safe to feel human; because while yoga speaks to the journey of contentment and non-judgment, just by the nature of examining ourselves, can we feel a helluva lot of discontent and full of judgment.


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