A (belated) open letter for NSPW. 

It was National Suicide Prevention Week and I’m a few days late in writing about it. This is a blog about mental health and the stigma surrounding this topic is slowly breaking down, being talked about, becoming a more open conversation between people. 

But suicide is still the 10th leading cause of death in the US. On average, 117 deaths by suicide occur on a daily basis. Close to 43,000 Americans die by suicide each year. 

So when my dear heart and friend, Coco, reached out to me about writing something for The Happy Depressive on behalf of NSPW, I said “ABSOLUTELY.” I had the pleasure of sharing yoga teacher training with Coco about 2 years ago and when I met her, she had this fierce and glowing fire within her. She is so intelligent and funny and she is also affected by the same bouts of depression and anxiety I, too, face. We connected over these things among our love for yoga, coffee, good books, and sarcastic humor to get us through the shitty parts of life. 

Coco moved from St. Louis to Chicago to St. Louis and will be venturing out to LA within the next several months. She is a talented producer and has worked on a mulitude of film projects around Chicago and continues to share her love of singing  in St. Louis where she currently resides. I am honored to share her open letter to her 10-year old self which is nothing short of honest and vulnerable. 

Coco, thanks for allowing your heart to continue to beat even though the struggle can get too real at times. You are a treasure and I’m so proud of your desire to keep fighting the good fight. You’ve got a whole army of warriors standing with you…❤️ 

An Open Letter to My 10-year-old Self

Dear Coco,

By now you’ve become aware of some feelings of anxiousness, crippling fear & deep sadness. At ten-years-old you’ve already thought, “I wish I wasn’t alive.” You don’t know it now, but you suffer from depression and anxiety; you feel a lot of feelings, sometimes all at once and it is hard for you to explain that to the people around you. It’s hard to show that side of yourself for fear of more ridicule and rejection. My dear, sweet self, I’m sorry to tell you that these feelings will get harder as you grow older and they will not ever go away, not really. As you grow up these thoughts will become more frequent, the sadness will affect you deeper, whether because of heartbreak or hardship. You will attend the funerals of both of your grandparents within five years of each other, you will go with your mother to her first round of chemotherapy. People will try to take advantage of all those feelings you have.You will get your heart broken before your senior year of high school, and that person you thought was your best friend will try to turn other friends against you. You will have fights that will end friendships and guys that will reject you. You will see endless accounts of racism and sexism and homophobia in the news, on the street, on the internet. All of these things will put a great burden on your shoulders and an aching in your chest; it will feel like you are carrying the world. Sometimes your brain will tell you that you’re not good enough, not pretty enough, not talented enough, not strong enough. It will tell you that leaving this world, your family, your friends, your hopes & dreams is easier than sticking through it all. It will make you isolate yourself from the people you care about most. It will drop bomb after bomb after bomb onto your spirit until your are exhausted. You’re going to hurt and feel a lot for the rest of your life, Coco, and I am so very sorry for that.

But I don’t want you to give up or get down, Coco. Because while you will struggle with these demons you will also know incredible joy too. The differences people make fun of you for will become the most beautiful attributes that you have. You will find people who accept you for who you are, inside and out; you will know unconditional love even if you don’t always feel it every day. You will share your laughter with others into the latest hours of the night, huddled together with your friends on the floor at a sleepover. You will feel adrenaline and excitement pump through your veins as you take the stage in your first Off-Broadway performance. You will know what it’s like to cross an ocean and live in another country. You will see sunrises and sunsets that will move your soul. You will fall in love. Again. You will find the things in life that make your heart soar with happiness and contentment. You will be an actor, a filmmaker, a yogi, a photographer, a starter of dance parties, a fan of comic book movies. You will discover your favorite bands and take road trips and get your nose pierced (twice!) and get tattoos and reinvent yourself and stand up for what you believe in and most importantly, you will share your spirit with others and they will love you for it. They will celebrate you and they will need you and their lives will be forever changed because you were around.

You see, Coco, as you grow up you will stumble and fall, you will scrape your knees and get bruised. You will question yourself and then question some more. You will know grief and loss and anxiety and depression and betrayal and anger and the cruel unfairness of the world, but you will always get back up. People will find their way into your life when you need them the most and they will help you carry your burden, because you were never meant to carry it alone. They will bring you the help and joy and love that you need and you will give it back to them in return because that is all we really have in this life. We have each other. And this world can’t do it without you. So chin up beautiful, you’re going to be just fine.

The destruction of We. 

Everyone is going to get on their soapboxes, craft carefully worded statuses, and go back to their normal lives–myself included. But the time has COME for my generation to stand up for our beliefs, to unite, to put ideologies aside, and come together as one. Fear is slowly being instilled into our daily lives by terrorism. Distrust of our government grows stronger as the news portrays only what the big cable networks want to show so the bigger picture is often cropped to cater to the agendas of whoever is in control of content. White people see “thugs” as they look at Black people, and Black people see White people as the oppressors. Muslim communities are torn apart are scrutinized by the xenophobia created by a ONE powerful group of militants. 
And at the end of this status, we will go back to planning vacations, making dinner reservations with friends, giving thanks on a holiday when we took away so much from the Native American tribes. I will go to work and sit in my adorably decorated office and get out at 2PM so that I can head home and prepare food for tomorrow. And essentially, I will be unaffected by tragedy…for now. 
And while I am grateful for my status as a white female living in America as a US citizen, there is so much I can do with these boxes I check off on job applications, voters registration, standardized tests… Please educate yourself by eradicating hatred in your heart, breaking down the preconceived notions you have about a certain race or religious group, and understand that violence isn’t solved with more violence. I invite you to get involved within your communities to bring about change and donate time instead of wasted energy on adding to the vicious cycle of any -ism currently plaguing our nations.

Introducing, Michelle Shea & the Chakras

My friends, I want to share something exciting with you. A friend of mine who I met through CorePower is a dynamo when it comes to all things New Age and yoga. I’ve been going to her for Reiki therapy for the last two months and the best description I can leave you with is “Wow”, especially if you allow yourself to be open to Reiki’s powers and succumb to its benefits. I invite you to check out her website. No matter where you live, Michelle can provide her therapeutic sessions and energy transfers via phone or video chat. And let’s be real–you know you’re just a little curious…

Here is a link to Michelle’s Heart Chakra Balancing Kit, which I have the pleasure of trying out for myself and is one chakra that seems to be the most in need of attention. There are several other chakra kits for purchase, but I encourage any and all of you to at least show her page some love. 

And as another shameless plug, look for a video post on the yoga mudras that I’m working on as well as some collaboration projects I have in the mix with some of my most favorite yogis and yoginis. ❤

Light and love, my friends…

Under (minor) re:construction

HEY! HEY, YOU! OVER THERE! YEAH! HI! 🙂 I like your soul and want to give ya a hug because you’re great.

Ok–perhaps I am a bit over-caffeinated BUT things are getting exciting around this neck of the woods. The universe is a-movin’ and a-shakin. Naturally, I hadto jump aboard the express train to Awesomeville. I have been posting irregularly due to some things coming down the pipeline. There’s going to be a new launch of my yoga website (YAY!) and some new additions to The Happy Depressive (love my WordPress family!).

As many of you already know, 2015 was a huge year for me in terms of personal growth. One of the greatest achievements was completing yoga teacher training and becoming a certified instructor. Since my graduation, I’ve really struggled what my “next steps” are in terms of promoting that added experience to my resume until now (and with the help of some wise sages a.k.a. my therapist and mother)!

The Happy Depressive will be adding a new category to the blog. I have decided to open up my practice to all of you, creating short videos of yoga sequences I’ve researched/tweaked/re-researched/practiced so that you, too, can share in the joys of vinyasa flow. Each video will conclude with Savasana (Corpse pose) in true yogi fashion. The videos will also focus on a chakra or common “problem” area each time I post. The frequency of video posts has yet to be determined, but I’m thinking of keeping it bi-weekly for starters.

I hope you find this new category helpful. For me, yoga has been essential to managing my anxiety and depression. My goal is to simply do the same for you. Please know I will also offer modifications before each video for pregnant women, those who have chronic pain, or are newcomers to their yoga mat. I am smiling big in this photo because of the excitement I feel in my gut and partly because my coffee mason jar is HUGE.

Stay tuned and thank you SO MUCH for making The Happy Depressive awesome. I honestly I am so flippin’ grateful for all of you.

Mental Health Awareness Month!

My mental health majestic warriors,

May is Mental Health Awareness Month! Did you know that?! If not, that’s your fun fact for the day.

I carry the weight of depression and anxiety with me on a daily basis. At times, it has felt like a burden and a sad excuse for removing myself from situations I did not want to be a part of. I have lost friendships over it. And I am not immune to the stigmas that follow mental illness like a dark shadow.

I am sure that people have talked behind my back, have labeled me, judged me, dissected me all in the name of making sense of me. In reality, deconstructing my “illness” was more for their sake and not my own. I have made a home for my mental illness. I learned more about compassion and forgiveness in the last three years than most people will learn in a lifetime and yet I do not think of this as a pretentious thing. It’s more of a heightened sense of self awareness and the awareness of another’s feelings.

Because most of those dealing with a mental illness are brilliant. Their minds don’t shut up–both a blessing and a curse. At night, we stay up trying to tie up loose ends or solve life’s little equations while telling the monsters in our head to shut up. We run long miles, paint, draw, write. We fuel our passions using our inner demons, obsessive compulsions, and deep thinking. Our perspective has been skewed for the better, allowing us to see and feel things in a different light. It is probably why most of the famed artists, writers, and performers are celebrated for their works–because behind closed doors we feed our beasts with raw, intense emotion disguised as scenic imagery or quick-witted humor.

We’re told we are crazy and I am fine with that because I am crazy. I am crazy about life, about writing, about family, about beautiful music, about literature. I love to the extreme or don’t love at all. If that makes me crazy, then yes, please add that to the list of my quirks. If feeling things intensely makes me insane, then let me dance in this intensity rather than not feel at all.

Because battling depression has opened new doors. It has given me the strength to start this blog. It has brought me to my yoga mat and given me immense self-love and taught me how to truly love myself, cellulite and all. It has showed me that everyone is flawed, willing to embrace it or ignore it–well, that’s up to them. It has taken me to where sand meets ocean, ocean meets horizon, and all I can see is everything I am capable of doing.

And it has been a struggle. To shake off hurtful comments or brush off belittlement are hard things to get good at. But when we master those two abilities, we are better for it in the long-run. We learn the art of accepting constructive criticism using coping strategies and shirking the blatantly harsh comments coming from the peanut gallery. Because they exist and we exist and somehow we need to learn to coexist.

Let this month and every month beyond May be the month you will not give up, that you will pride yourself on how far you’ve come and will continue to go. Let your mental illness be a part of you but not the defining trait of your person. You are more than your stigma. I am more than my stigma. United we are the faces that show how the “mentally ill” thrive instead of hide.

Ahimsa and the Beginning.

(Image Credit goes to funnyfacebookstate.co)

My fierce friends, I write this post as a new yoga teacher. Yes, it’s true–a long and emotional yet necessary 8 weeks have come to an end but, like this picture says, it is just the beginning of something greater.

The choice to take this journey was no easy one. Money and time were huge factors to consider when I first thought about teacher training close to a year ago. My practice started becoming another limb, a physical activity that became so much more than just mastering complicated poses. I felt I needed more, so I took the plunge and invested in myself. I knew the consequences. I knew their would be late nights and countless hours spent in the studio and, more importantly, self-study.

Self-study. That concept is hard to wrap your head around, especially if you’ve always struggled with being OK in your skin like I have. It takes time to get to know yourself so I feel like I practice the Cliffs Notes version of self-study in just 8 weeks.

This leads me to ahimsa, or non-violence of our own heart which is a part of the 5 Yamas which are a part of the 8-limb Path in yoga. Yamas are “restraints” to practice in order to move through the wheel of enlightenment. Gaiam TV wrote a great piece on defining ahimsa because non-violence like a giant intersection. It’s about causing no harm to others by first learning to do no harm to yourself. It is knowing unconditional love. It is practicing love by recognizing our own struggles and pain and feeling them wholly, not pushing them back down.

Some may say ahimsa is selfish, that it teaches a person to consume themselves in their own little world taking them away from friends and family and other activities. I argue against this point, fiercely.

When you practice non-violence of your own heart, you grow to love yourself. If you love yourself, you can love others entirely, completely, as they are. To some, it may seem selfish when you disconnect from the rest of the world in order to take the practice of self-study seriously. And sometimes, practicing ahimsa means cleansing your life of all negativity–persons, places, and things–serving no purpose. The words and actions we share with others have some correlation to how we feel about ourselves. Pay even closer attention to how you treat and speak to yourself and you’ll find it reflective of how you’re also treating friends and family.

For me, ahimsa was more about giving myself to something totally as a test that I could be passionate about something. And as my passion for yoga magnified, so did my love for myself. We don’t have to practice yoga in order to practice ahimsa. It is meant to be taken with you off your mat as well. Through my teacher training, I have discovered a voice to say “No” and find what makes me happy. Off the mat, I have enjoyed time alone, catching up on my half read books or sleeping in or making tea and drawing. Those who truly understand know I’m not pushing them away when I say “no” to plans. I’m simply navigating the tricky waters in loving myself better so that, in return, I can love you better.

And sometimes, ahimsa means letting old friendships and old resentment fade. These can tear at your soul, your heart, your mind. Release it. By practicing ahimsa, we turn compassion inward in order to be a better friend to others. Whether self love stems from taking a teacher training or finding peace outside in your garden or traveling to some distant land, let it fill your cup with happiness. Once that happiness melts inside of you, let it radiate for others to see.

never too much.

“Do you ever feel like you are too much for the world?” she asked.

I had heard people ask if they were not enough,
but too much?

“I sometimes feel like I am too big for this life, too complicated, too manic one minute
and deflated the next.
Am I a burden? Am I weight for someone else to carry
on the days I can hardly drag myself out of my house?”

I could hear her wringing out her hands,
pacing back and forth,
trying to me rationalize her thoughts
to which I simply said,

“If you feel too big for this world, it’s because you are–
too bright, too smart, too beautiful
to be contained.
The people who feel too much are, in fact, the ones who create change.
And at one point, we are all someone’s weight that must be carried
because legs grow weak, life gets heavier.
Asking someone to help you distribute the weight evenly
doesn’t classify you as being “too much”.

It shows you are courageous enough to ask for help
in a world where so many see it as a fault.

Who’s to blame.

Once again, mental health awareness is brought to the forefront of news outlets stemming from the Germanwings crash killing all 150 souls on board. It’s devastating. It’s surreal. It’s raises questions and it certainly has people talking about whether or not those dealing with mental health issues can function “normally” within society. What we know about co-pilot, Andreas Lubitz, are that he was seeking treatment in order to cope with his mental health, that anti-depressants were prescribed to the young co-pilot, that there were suicidal tendencies even before he took the position in aviation. Still, facts are more or less how the public processes them and the debate becomes divided.

Mental health concerns have a wide spectrum to fall into. There is mild, moderate, and severe. I would say I firmly stand in between mild and moderate. The thing with situational depression is that it flares up whenever I’m stressed out or adjusting to a new situation. It can linger for a few weeks causing me to feel listless, foggy, exhausted, unmotivated, forgetful, etc. It can get in the way of my work routine, too. I can become defiant and avoid people or tasks which ultimately have me working on things at the last minute. The irony is that I actually work better under pressure, but that’s another story for a different post.

So when people talk about mental health and say things like, “They should have recognized it” or “It’s the doctor’s fault for knowing this man dealt with depression before” or “It’s the airline’s fault for letting him fly a plane”, my immediate reaction is to get defensive and then I step back and remember how mental health is still something people don’t like to talk about; therefore, it is a stigma in need of demystifying and even that isn’t enough at times.

Because mental illnesses evolve. It’s like being in remission and finding out a few months later your illness is back. You can go weeks or months or even years feeling fine until you don’t and this is where blame comes in.

The truth? Almost everyone involved can be at fault, including the person suffering from major mental illnesses.

I speak from a place of experience, of having friends and family members struggle with their mental health but in totally different ways. That being said, those of us struggling have one thing in common, no matter how extreme our own illness is:

We are the only ones who are responsible for getting us back on track.

Did you read that? Yes, We the Depressed and Bipolar and Paranoid Schizophrenic, etc. decide if we want to get better or not. We decide if we take our prescriptions or stick it out in therapy. We decide whether to self-medicate or change lifestyle habits. We make that judgment call no matter how many times you urge us to seek out the help of a professional or voice your concerns about our well being. We either envision ourselves as superior to a doctor’s knowledge or we think we can fix it on our own or we choose to ignore it or we grow tired of feeling so down about everything that we want help. I could stop taking my Prozac at any moment. I’ve actually adjusted my dosage before, taking less than what was initially prescribed by my psychiatrist, and I felt the effects almost immediately. When I went back to my psychiatrist and told him what I did, he didn’t criticize me or scold me. He simply asked, “How did you feel being on only half of the half I prescribed you?”

My short answer: “Brutally awful. I never want to feel how I felt before I came to you.”

The longer answer is we often find ourselves feeling invincible while taking medication. Over the course of time, we believe we can come off of medications because “we’re doing really well!” But the reason we are doing well is because we’re actively taking our prescribed dosage of anti-depressants while also making subtle lifestyle changes–cutting back on alcohol, exercising more, taking the time to tune into ourselves and really notice what our bodies are in need of. It’s perfectly normal to relapse when you battle mental illness because it is ongoing. It doesn’t clear up over several days like a cold. A good night’s rest won’t cure you because you’ll wake up wishing for more sleep if it’s gotten to that point. No, it is a daily choice we make to either feel good or feel, well, empty.

Blame also falls on family and doctors. It certainly goes without saying a strong support system is necessary to overcome mental illness. We must first feel supported by our loved ones when we make the decision to open up about our mental health. That part–that willingness to really listen to someone struggling–is crucial. We cannot fight this battle alone. So while I understand why some may argue it’s the fault of a family for not doing something about it, in some instances families may very well be aware of the situation but are afraid to address it perhaps out of shame or fear or denial or whatever else one feels. Blame does more harm than good, especially when we haven’t walked in that person’s shoes.

Growing up, my mom and dad were constantly asked, “What’s wrong with her? Why doesn’t smile? Why does she only go to certain people? You need to get her checked out. She’s such an odd child.” Thank GOD my mother has the will of steel and my dad resolved to letting my mom handle those situations where people would come up to her and tell her how to raise HER daughter. I am so fortunate to have a mother who knows I do everything in my own time, that I am hypersensitive to too much stimuli, that sometimes I just wanted playtime with friends to be over. She never pushed me to be anything I wasn’t. I enjoyed my make-believe world where I had everything I needed. And the part about only wanting to be held by certain people? My mom would flat out tell strangers, family members and friends, “She just doesn’t like you.” It was nothing anybody did or said that turned me the wrong way; I had just developed a heightened awareness of what I liked, what I was comfortable with, where I felt safe and with whom. Those people I only wanted to be with as a child has stayed relatively the same throughout my teenage and adult years.

So were my parents at fault for my depression? Did my family’s history with mental illness doom me from the start? Should my mom have forced me to be an outgoing, involved child? Or would you view it as compassion and really knowing your child? If I chose to ignore my doctor’s insistence on taking anti-depressants, would it be his fault or mine?

How we perceive mental health and “unstable” human beings is still very much shrouded in mystery by our own beliefs and interpretations. It’s a stigma I’ll continue to battle alongside many other intelligent and kind human beings because a handful of incidents corrals us into one category: unpredictable. And while our days may fluctuate between totally awesome and unbelievably horrible, one thing does remain concrete–we are all in control of our actions and decisions whether we know it or not.

The Introverted Depressive.

Happiest of Mondays, friendships!

An overly stimulating weekend prompted me to do some research on my “weird” tendencies and quirks–something that my fellow introverts or depressives can relate to. I happened to fuse the two together creating a mega monster capable of disappointments and letdowns. Perhaps you are in the same place, one of those quiet minds who can only go for so many hours in a crowded room full of conversation and laughter before it is time for you to make a quick getaway.

So I did a little research on Psychology Today and found a great piece on the inner workings of an introverted depressive’s mind. Here is the link written by Laurie Helgoe, Ph. D. published in 2010 but still maintaining relevance within the mental health conversation.

Sorry this isn’t a terribly long post. I promise to update more thoroughly later this week.

Monday’s Mantra.

The pose beings when you want to get out of it!  Come to Clarkston Hot Yoga in Clarkston, MI for all of your Yoga and fitness needs!  Feel free to call (248) 620-7101 or visit our website www.clarkstonhotyoga.com for more information about the classes we offer!

Happy Monday, friendships! What a WEEKEND filled with love, support, MAHA (“mother of all A-HA”) moments, and compassion. I am back on the blog train with a revitalized spirit and mind. The creative juices are flowing and it appears this past weekend forced me to face some anxieties head on.

Many of you already know I deal with the on-going battle of depression/anxiety. It has shaped me in so many ways that I’ve lost count, but all the experiences happened for the best. I like to believe in greater forces beyond our own lives. I like to think the universe conspires on your behalf to make things happy for us but only if we are open and receptive to the change. Case and point: Yoga teacher training was scaring the hell out of me and I had so many friends tell me that if I wasn’t nervous there was something wrong. Still, I could not shake the growing anxiety filling my heart and mind and I began to second guess myself. As soon as I started feeling apprehension, I noticed other areas in my life where I was resisting or ignoring certain messages. I was choosing to brush off the opportunities that mattered most to me.

At work, I’ve felt a palpable edginess trying to balance my work/life schedule. Night 1 of teacher training turned into an overwhelming, dare I say it, chore where I started to resent myself for having signed up in the first place. I was mostly frustrated with work which was spilling onto my mat which, in turn, made me less present in my practice. I fell out of poses on purpose and rushed through flowing sequences and ignored proper alignment in an effort to get out of the studio quicker. My body, both in mind and spirit, were agitated and I grew frustrated with my performance both on and off the mat.

To put it bluntly, I was pissed off at myself, pissed off at random strangers, easily irritated by the smallest of tasks, and consequently, my depression and anxiety skyrocketed. I purposely avoided the yoga studio and got back to running again. I needed that extra pent-up energy gone. Too much adrenaline for one person to handle, I knew I would crash and burn at the rate I was going.

That’s the thing with mental health–you’re chugging along at a fine pace when suddenly, there’s a bump in the road, then another, and another. They start to add up. Emotions spiral out of control. Old habits crop up. We fail to see the light at the end of the tunnel even though it exists.

And just like Baron Baptiste‘s quote, the universe begins to work in our favor right up until we have almost given up hope on life ever making sense.

This is the MAHA moment, what one of my truly amazing teachers calls the ultimate A-HA moment. On Friday night, I came home exhausted from the week and with a heavy heart as I thought about the busy weekend ahead. I needed to shut down and disengage for the night, so I retreated to my bed and drifted to sleep. The next morning, I told myself I would try a different way of thinking. I would tell myself I was only capable of doing so much and that it was OK for me to leave things unfinished if my eyes were heavy or I didn’t have the physical strength to carry out a project. I needed to stop feeling guilty about what I could and could not accomplish in a single day. Depressive or not, humans can only exert so much energy before we cave under pressure, leaving absolutely no ability to immerse ourselves in the things we love most. Emotionally, I needed yoga but I was having trouble bringing my physical body to the mat along with the mental capacity to stay present. Too many outside factors were seeping into my practice and I was not getting what I needed because I was only giving so much of myself and my time to yoga. If I truly wanted to complete the next 6 weeks of teacher training, I would need a mindset revamp.

The next two days were indescribable. I’m not exactly sure how to explain what happened in the studio with all 22 of my fellow yogis plus our teachers. But somewhere within the weekend, there was a moment of clarity in which I knew yoga had been and continues to be my saving grace. I looked around the room at each teacher-in-training and saw a reflection of myself. They, too, were probably nervous and filled with uncertainty. They, too, may have questioned their own reasoning for signing up. Maybe some of them also battled depression and anxiety like I did. Whatever it was, we had all made the active choice to hold steady and return to training. It wasn’t until I got up to practice teach the core strengthening series of our sequences learned thus far. I was nervous. I may have blacked out for a second as I thought to myself, “Wait, what am I saying? Is this right? I am responsible for guiding all these yogis in the room. Is this actually happening?” Fight or flight kicked in and I immediately regretted raising my hand to “volunteer as tribute” (ha ha).

But I did it. I made it. Three minutes of my life felt like each second had been multiplied by a year, but it happened. During the feedback portion, I felt elated and rejuvenated. I felt the support of my fellow yogis and saw the huge grins of our teachers as they told us how proud they were of all of us. It was a magical moment that cannot be put into words but just know it was a MAHA moment for me as a took my seat back on my mat and thought, “Yes, this is right. This is the path I’m choosing with purpose and intention.”

The pose begins when you want to get out of it. 

And how true this quote is. True growth comes from going to the edge, looking at it, and saying, “I can do this.” And if you believe in yourself enough to power through the moments of doubt, the universe works with you in order for you to get through the tunnel and speed into the light.

Namaste, my beautiful humans.