My Story - Part 2 - The Mat That Found Me

Somewhere in the chaos, I found yoga.
Or maybe it found me.

The mat became a place I could return to—
a place where I could feel again.
Where I could breathe.
Where I could listen, even when everything else felt loud.

After university, I ran again.
This time to Quadra Island.
Maybe I was chasing peace, or maybe I was just trying to escape the weight I still carried.

We built a home —just a roof and a dream.
It was hard. Lonely. Uncertain.
But in the mess of it, something inside me began to shift.

That wild island life stripped me down to my core—
and in that rawness, I found clarity.
I discovered my strength, my values, my resilience, my drive.

And through it all, the mat remained.
Not just a practice anymore—
It became my anchor.
My mirror.
My way back to myself.