Up until recently, if you'd asked me, I would have smugly said, "I'm not an angry person, it’s just not something I experience." But life, as it often does, had a few lessons in store for me when I became a parent. As I've gone on my own journey of self-discovery, I've come to realise that anger has been lurking beneath the surface all along.

Growing up in a household where anger was seen as a "bad" emotion, I learned to suppress it, to bury it deep within so I could still be a “good girl”. Over time, I developed a clever disguise for my anger: sadness. In my family sadness is more acceptable, more palatable, and somehow less threatening. Sadness got hugs. Anger got silent treatment.

Have you ever experienced that magical flow state in a vinyasa yoga class, where your breath effortlessly guides each movement, creating a seamless dance between body and mind? It's a feeling of complete immersion, where time seems to dissolve and you become one with the rhythm of your breath and the flow of your body. This harmonious union of breath and movement is at the heart of an embodied breathwork practice.