
It was supposed to be healing. I'd tried it before and had come out feeling calmer, centred and more relaxed. We started with lots of breathwork. Deep, slow exhalations. Held for as long as possible.
Five minutes in, I started to notice a drop in my energy levels. I felt like I couldn't move. At first I had tunnel vision and I felt anxious, but then the room went fuzzy and it was hard to focus. I felt disconnected from everything and everyone around me, especially my body. It was as though my sensations and emotions were numb. For a few hours after the class, I still felt an impending sense of doom. Like I was alone in a dark room even though I was surrounded by people.
I'd attended a Yin yoga class hoping it would help me recalibrate following the death of my brother. The class itself was great. The teacher was amazing and Yin Yoga had really helped in the immediate aftermath of Sam's death when I felt flat, numb and disconnected from my body.
Sam was 34 when he died by suicide. Without warning, I was flung into the hardest period of my life. Burnout and stress were compounded by a deep, inescapable grief. Physically, I was crippled by severe stomach cramps and couldn't sleep for weeks on end.
I didn't realise it at the time but my nervous system was dysregulated.