I was only nine years old when I first questioned life. I didn’t understand its purpose. It was just a pit of suffering in an unexplained universe that seemed to be some bizarre experiment into which I was born against my will. At the age of 16 I was diagnosed with temporal lobe epilepsy and chronic depression. I saw psychologists, psychiatrists and tried everything possible to ease this sadness. But after 20 years of living in a medicated and deeply depressed state, I reached my tipping point. My psychologist urged me to go to hospital. I refused an option that was clearly not a solution but rather a cushion to this experience. And so, my psychologist recommended yoga, and for this I will always be grateful. Within three weeks of my first class, I was experiencing spontaneous joy. I would smile to myself (not the smile you give to others to keep the mask up) a legitimate, entirely authentic smile. I immersed myself in yoga, left my career in corporate real estate and moved to an ashram. Within only five months of reaching that tipping point, I came off all medication. I now find this life that I once hated to be filled with love, happiness and excitement. I am able to sit with my down days and let them be without letting myself spiral into endless darkness. There is more space to all that I do. This is the joy of yoga.