If you used to practice yoga on even a semi-regular basis but then, for whatever reason, let it fall by the wayside, you’re not alone.

I first turned to yoga when I could barely breathe in my life. Two years ago, I was suffocating from the pain of a terrible loss, and yoga saved me. After six months, I walked differently, breathed differently, stood differently. I was different. I marveled at my flexibility and my ability to channel my breath, the light, my energy- whatever was called for- to the area of my body that needed it most. Then, I just stopped going.