I didn’t realise how much I was carrying until my body reminded me.
After giving birth, every ache and twinge in my lower back and glutes felt magnified, a constant whisper, and sometimes a shout, that I was overloaded.
My scoliosis and all my other back problems, once manageable, now seemed to amplify every movement. Everyday tasks, which once felt simple, became exercises in strategy: lifting my child, bending to clean, sitting at my desk, even standing for more than a few minutes, don’t even mention longer flights. It felt like my body had turned into a ledger of responsibility and pain.
I tried everything I could think of. I knew how to stretch properly, how to move ergonomically, which chair to choose, and how to sneak in micro-exercises to strengthen my core. I followed every guide I could find, spoke with and saw doctors, but the relief was fleeting. It was like putting a bandage on a wound that needed real attention, temporary solutions that didn’t touch the root of the problem.
I even sought professional help. A highly recommended therapeutic massage sounded perfect. But the sessions didn’t bring peace. The therapist, though skilled, talked nonstop about her own life. By the end, I was more tense than when I arrived. That was when I realised: I needed something that was mine, that I could control, that would meet my body where it was instead of adding someone else’s stress on top of mine.
And then I found yoga.
At first, it felt almost too simple to be true. Minimal investment. No travel. Flexibility to do it at home, whenever I could steal a few minutes. Yet after just a few sessions, I noticed real change. My back loosened. My hips stopped screaming. I could hold my child without bracing every muscle in my body. I felt… lighter. Not just physically, but mentally.
But even with yoga, I soon realised there was another challenge: the sheer number of programs online. So many teachers, styles, and promises of results. It was overwhelming.
Through trial and error, I eventually found someone who resonated with me: a professional yoga teacher on YouTube, gentle and precise, explaining each movement in a way that spoke not just to my body but to my heart. It was the first time I felt guided, understood, and truly safe in my practice.
Yoga became more than a relief. It became reclamation. It taught me to show up for my body consistently and gently.
I started following a routine, weaving it into my daily life.
Over time, it wasn’t therapy anymore; it became self-care, empowerment, even joy.
There were moments when my child would crawl over me mid-pose, turning stretches into playful interactions. Healing became something we shared, not just something I pursued alone.
But beyond the physical relief, yoga reshaped my perspective. I learned that healing isn’t about heroic, dramatic solutions. It’s about patience, attention, and presence. It’s about showing up for yourself, not because someone tells you to, but because your body and mind need it.
Yoga didn’t just ease my pain; it reminded me of my strength, my resilience, and my capacity to care for myself while caring for others.
Looking back, I realise how much I underestimated the small, steady steps. I had been trying to patch over pain, fix things in isolation, chase quick solutions. Yoga reminded me that real healing is cumulative, gentle, and accessible. It’s in the breathing, the stretches, the small rituals woven into daily life. And it’s a gift I can pass on, not just to myself, but to my child, showing that care, patience, and presence are lessons worth practising together.
In the end, yoga didn’t just fix my back. It gave me my body back, my mobility, my confidence, and a sense of agency I hadn’t realised I’d lost. It taught me how to carry myself, not just physically, but emotionally, as a parent, a partner, and a person who matters. And that, more than anything, is a victory worth holding.
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I’m Andi.
I am endlessly fascinated by the quiet dance between mind, body, and behaviour.
With roots in economics and psychology, I listen for what is felt but not always spoken: the gestures, the silences, the emotions we carry in our skin.
My day does not go well if I don’t give myself even 10 minutes of yoga daily!
i will come back to this again as I want to fit yoga into my life. My friend does and she is very busy and like u noticed a difference