This went on for hours before I got into my car to drive to my next class. My heart was pounding at least a foot out of my chest, my thoughts racing, and the terror was intolerable. By the time I got to the studio to let my students in, I couldn’t hold it together anymore. It was both terrifying and humiliating.
A few years later after the birth of my son, I started experiencing PPD. At first I couldn’t see it for what it was, I thought it was normal to be crying all the time. After all, I had a hormone cocktail running through me, right? I’d hold it together smiling in front of friends and family as they’d tell me how lucky my son was to have me. Meanwhile, I’m not proud to say that privately as I was up in the wee hours with my son I was dreaming of walking out into the winter night and never coming back.
And the worst part? I’m a life coach and a yoga instructor and have been for over a decade. I had been helping OTHER women with stress and anxiety. I felt that I should have been untouchable.
The reality is that most people (1 in 2 Canadians) will be diagnosed with a mental illness by the time they are 40.
That’s when I realized: