My yoga journey began in 2013, during a time I felt completely broken.

Not the kind of broken that others can see - but the kind that leaves you empty inside, quietly holding it all together while falling apart within.

I was living in a relationship that made me feel invisible, disrespected, and small.

I had lost my sense of self. My passion for hair design was gone.

I didn’t know who I was anymore.

And one day, in silent desperation, I whispered a simple prayer:

“All I ask for… is peace of mind.”

Just one breath where I could rest.

That longing brought me to my first yoga class.

And within minutes on the mat - tears came.

Not from pain, but relief. Something inside me exhaled.

A quiet voice whispered:

“You’ve come home.”

Within six months, I was studying privately with my first teacher, Kathleen Kossmann.

Yoga became my way back to breath, body, and soul - a sacred space of safety, stillness, and re-connection.

I didn’t want to do yoga.

I wanted to live it.

To understand it.

To become it.

Like in Eat, Pray, Love, I felt a deep call to completely reset. I knew I needed time for myself - to step away from everything familiar and see life from a new perspective.