After becoming a mom, my identity—as a woman, an Ashtangi, and a teacher—was thrown into chaos. I felt lost in the swirl of early motherhood and depression, clinging to the image of who I used to be. But slowly, through presence, practice, and deep inner work, I’ve begun to meet a new version of myself: softer, more vulnerable, yet stronger in new ways. This is a reflection on that journey—the letting go, the rediscovery, and the quiet resilience of showing up each day, even when nothing looks like it once did.

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