As a hidden supporter I spend a lot of time thinking about others. I particular I wonder how my behaviour or language can impact on people, especially those with depression. 

When you spend most of your time thinking about others and raising your children it’s sometimes difficult to find something that allows you to be you. 

3 years ago I discovered yoga. I went along thinking it would be good exercise. In general I don’t do exercise, for many years I have found it to be a bit of a mystery and have to admit that the only time I have ever set foot in a gym was in 1999 when I went there for a shower after my land lady’s boiler broke. 

Yoga sounded like my kind of thing, none competitive and lots of lying around. 

Yoga turned out to be so much more. From start to finish it is a full body and mind work out. Every Monday when I go along I transform from a whirring mind to calm and happy. I do something completely different to my day to day life and get some escapism as well as the dreaded exercise. 

It is a sign of how much I love it that I have to get a baby sitter so that I can go. Most weeks I try and get there (although I was recently thwarted by a mouse infestation in the box room but that’s another story). I can’t always get there but I know when I do that I will feel so much better for it. 

Yoga has become a way of life for me and I now take it off the mat and into my life, using it when I need a physical or mental stretch.