The story
I didn't find yoga. I ran to it.
My Journey
For years I built a life that looked perfectly fine from the outside. A career, a routine, a version of myself that was professional, capable and holding it together.
Inside was a different story.
I discovered yoga during lockdown, first just for the fun of it, then quickly realising it was something else entirely. It was the first thing that made me feel like I was actually living in my body, not just dragging it through the day. So I went deeper. I trained in India. I started teaching. And slowly, I started telling the truth.
The truth is I've been through some of the hardest things a woman can go through. A relationship that broke me down piece by piece. Loss that I carried silently for too long. A complicated relationship with my own body and mind that I'm still working through every single day.
Yoga didn't fix any of it. But it gave me somewhere to put it. A practice. A language. A way back to myself.
Then I left.
Earlier this year I walked away from my life in the UK, the stability, the familiarity, the comfort of knowing what comes next and I got on a plane. I'm now living nomadically, teaching yoga by the ocean, writing daily letters from the road, and building a life that actually feels like mine.
It's not perfect. Some days it's overwhelming. Some days I sit watching the waves wondering what on earth I'm doing.
But I've never felt more alive. And I've never been more sure that this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
This is what I do now.
I teach yoga, but not the kind that's about flexibility or Instagram-worthy poses. I use yoga as a tool to help women come home to themselves. To move through grief, fear, transition, heartbreak. To reconnect with a body they may have spent years fighting.
I work with women who are done pretending they're fine. Women who want to travel, to heal, to change, but aren't sure where to start. Women who are rebuilding from scratch and need someone honest walking alongside them.
If that's you — you're in the right place.
See what happens, maybe.
Anita x
