A jolting realization that there is no true place called later and anything outside of this moment cannot be guaranteed. 

“What have you stopped yourself from doing for fear of failure?” 

Suddenly I was able to untangle thoughts and feelings that stemmed from my self-made Hell and see the real, pure Truth of it all.

I think back on those dark days when I was going through radiation and chemotherapy, when life didn’t feel familiar and lacked the sweetness I preferred.

And then I was told I didn’t have to give up hope...that there was a beautiful alternative that would still allow me the chance at motherhood. 

The tears pour down my face into a puddle on my mat as healing hands guide this release down through my fingertips, out of my soul.

I leave those nights changed...my heart with more empathy and my mind greater depths of compassion.

To be broken is to be human. A common thread among us all. Caused by loss, disease, mortality. The source varies, but the result the same.