why i breathe...

several years ago, i took my first intentional breath.

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i was yearning for solitude, so i slipped into a breathwork class on a quiet sunday afternoon. i walked into a dimly lit room at a local Austin yoga studio. soft music played while people arranged mats, blankets, bolsters, and eye masks. something felt unusual.

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the room was filled with men. i felt like i didn’t belong and almost walked out.

our facilitator welcomed me with a big smile and pointed to a spot for my mat. i was in a hoodie and felt completely out of my element. she described breathwork’s benefits, what to be cautious about (hello, tetany), and reminded us that emotional releases were natural. even welcome. nervous, i whispered to myself, “what am i doing here?”

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i settled in and pulled my hood over my eyes. my hoodie gave me a sense of safety i didn’t know i needed. the music felt like a friend, supporting my rhythm and pace. i hung on every word.

i inhaled deeply, filled my belly, expanded my chest, and connected to my heart. my exhale slithered out. the sensation of letting go surprised me. it felt reassuring.

within minutes, i heard screams and tears. all kinds of sounds. that self‑expression gave me the courage to keep going. i kept breathing. at the end, child’s pose, hoodie still on, felt grounding.

when the time was complete, our facilitator opened the room for sharing. i was struck by the stories and depth of reflection. i still wondered what had just happened. i walked out almost as confused as when i started, but for a different reason. something subtle had shifted.

i felt at home. i actually belonged. i cried in my car. it was a much‑needed release.

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the next sunday, and many after, i returned to that room. i explored other classes. i practiced on my own. eventually, i discovered breathing space and began a year‑long training to become a certified breathwork facilitator and eventually a breathwork teacher.

now, i still breathe to support my emotions. i love breathwork for its simplicity and power. whether it is five seconds, five minutes, or longer, intentional breathing continues to change me.

and so, i breathe.