You Are Not Alone and Why Your Messy Truth is Enough
There’s something I need you to know, especially if you’re a mother, a seeker, or someone whose life feels anything but “perfect” right now:
You are not alone - no matter how fierce the shadows, how loud the self-doubt, or how far from “together” you feel today.
I’m not your typical yoga teacher. I haven’t notched 500 hours of training, I’ve never journeyed to India, and you won’t find me in front of a bustling class. Most days, I’m solo parenting a toddler, wrestling with laundry, meltdowns (hers and mine), and the ache of wondering where I fit in the yoga world.
The truth? There are days I don’t teach. Days I want to hide under the duvet. Days I snap at my child, hate my body, and question if I’m even qualified to guide anyone anywhere.
But I am still here - still living and breathing yoga, not just in the easiest moments, but in the real ones. The midnight worries. The anxious breath. The wild, tearful gratitude. My practice hasn’t been about perfect postures - it’s been about perseverance, softness, and learning to trust myself through darkness, depression, bulimia, and postpartum struggle.
This rawness? It’s not my “flaw” - it’s what qualifies me, and maybe it’s what you need to hear most: Teaching isn’t about being above anyone, or having it all figured out. It’s about walking alongside you, as a fellow human, with honesty and care.
Real-Life: The Cheerios and the Tears
Last week, my husband was away, and my daughter got sick. She only wanted to eat Cheerios - nothing else, not even foods that usually comfort her. I knew they wouldn’t sit well in her little stomach, but she wouldn’t be moved, and I could feel my own anxiety rising with every protest, every plea to just try “one bite” of something else.
I’ll be honest, I wanted to fix it. I wanted the kind of day where everything gets smoothed over and no one ends up in tears (least of all me). But instead, I tried to just hold space - for her upset, and for my own overwhelm. I offered the Cheerios, settled beside her, and let myself take three slow breaths. I whispered, “It’s okay to feel this,” to both of us.
That wasn’t the yoga you’ll find on Instagram, but it was real: a practice of being with what is, softening around the messy, and remembering kindness starts right here.
Small Ways to Honour Your Messy Truth
If you’re reading this in a rare hush, or in the car after drop-off, know that you don’t have to wait for the stars to align to start being gentle with yourself. Here are tiny ways you can honour your wild, wondrous, imperfect reality, right now:
- Pause for One Breath: Place a hand on your heart. Inhale slowly, exhale even slower. Let this be enough.
- Allow the Feeling: Whisper to yourself: “It’s okay to feel this.” No fixing, just being.
- Name One Win: Even if it’s just “we made it to 10am” or “I washed my hair.” Celebrate it, out loud if you can.
- Text a Friend the Truth: Not the polished version. Just, “Today feels heavy. You too?”
- Make One Space Yours: A corner, a mug, a song. Let it signal: Here, I get to just be.
You don’t need a pristine yoga space or an hour of silence. You just need permission to begin - messy and real.
Let’s Walk Together
If you feel stretched thin… if you’re tired of the highlight reel… if you wish you could just be with all your “ands”, I see you. You’re enough already.
There’s space here for every part of you. The magic, and the mess. The brave, and the broken-open. The longing for more, and the gratitude for this moment.
This is me. This can be you. Maybe it already is.
Let’s walk this path together.
P.S. If you’re seeking a gentle reset, I made something for you:
The 3-Day Mum Reset
Three simple, do-able days of yoga and self-kindness, designed for real mums (with real life happening). No special skills required. Just a little space for you to breathe, move, and remember you are enough - right where you are.