Adam Whiting Yoga

I used to have panic attacks. I still do, to be honest. They struck with such ferocity and frequency that I was convinced I was dying. My arms and face would go numb, the room would spin with vertigo and every ounce of my being was thrown into primal survival mode.
I’m not sure why I went to my first yoga class. I know I used a sleeping bag pad as a yoga mat and I’m pretty sure I put a hole in the wall trying to kick up into a headstand way before I should have. That was well over a decade ago, I couldn’t walk the next day and I was changed forever.
I’m not going to over romanticize the journey and say that I was healed right away. I’m not going to lie and say that the panic disorder and depression aren’t waiting just outside my door some nights. And despite the images portrayed on social media, it isn’t always pretty. But I will say that this practice has given me the freedom to move without the anchors of fear and anxiety that used to keep me pinned to the floor.