I opened my eyes and the first thought that popped in my head was: “I do not want to get out of bed.” The classic morning refrain for us countless many.
After 40 minutes of arguing with myself, I pushed my way toward my coffee pot. I then dragged out my yoga gear and propped open my computer. “Time for Zoom class,” I dutifully told myself, as I then clicked “join meeting.” For a few years now, I’ve wanted to take a trauma-informed yoga class.
I am someone who has faced trauma, and because of that, I experience complex post-traumatic stress disorder (C-PTSD). So, when a local nonprofit offered up such a class free of charge, I called to register the minute they posted we could do so. “This is only class two,” I argued with myself. “You areRead more on themighty.com