Returning to Myself: How Yoga Became My Path 08/09/25
When people ask me why I teach yoga, I sometimes pause.. not because I don’t know the answer, but because the answer is rooted in some of the hardest times of my life.
I had attended yoga classes here and there throughout my teens and early 20’s, and I knew I enjoyed it (in the most surface level of what I believed yoga to be), however my true journey into yoga was born out of grief. After losing my brother to suicide, I began to lose myself too. My days were heavy, my heart was broken, my family’s world was shattered.
I tried different ways to cope. I looked for anything that might ease the ache or quiet the storm in my mind. Some things helped a little, but nothing truly reached me.
At first, it felt simple, like the first deep breath I’d taken in months. But then, as time went on and I was consistently showing up, I discovered tiny moments of stillness, and those moments began to stitch me back together. Breath by breath, I felt myself returning. The grief was still there, but I had a way to hold it.
I signed up for yoga teacher training, not because I wanted to teach, but because I wanted to understand. I wanted to know more about this practice that was giving me a lifeline. But something shifted along the way. The deeper I went, the more I realised: this wasn’t just about me. I needed to share it. If it could help me survive my darkest season, I knew it could support others too, in grief, in stress, in overwhelm, in simply being human.
Now, a decade later, I’ve been teaching in and around the Redlands for nearly 9 years and have seen this community grow around yoga. What began as a deeply personal practice has become a shared practice with so many people I respect, and who have helped me evolve as a teacher. We have grown together.
Saha is a space built from my story, from lived experience, from a desire to help others feel less alone. It’s about showing up authentically, in joy, in grief, in whatever season we’re in, and knowing that yoga can hold us through it all.
Yoga still supports me today, as much as it did when I first stepped onto the mat in my grief. It reminds me that healing is not linear, that we can hold both the light and the dark, and that connection to self, to breath, to community, is what carries us forward.
My hope is that when you come to Saha, you feel that too, that you feel it as a place for connection, healing and remembering our truest selves. That you’re coming to a space where you are seen and cared for.
Because for me, yoga isn’t just something I do on the mat. It’s how I live. And it’s how I continue to honour both my brother’s memory and my own journey home to myself.
Reflection for You
As you read my story, I invite you to pause and reflect on your own journey.
Here are some gentle journal prompts to explore:
When have I felt lost, what helped me begin to return to myself?
What practices or moments help me feel most grounded, most like “me”?
How might I let yoga (movement, breath, meditation/stillness) carry me through the season I’m in now?
Take a few minutes, a quiet space, and see what comes through, and maybe these can be the seeds of coming back to yourself too, to remembering who you are.
With Love always, Kate