Yoga greeted me in the darkest hours of my night. It creeped into my thoughts after years of severe anxiety, codependency, and debilitating fear. It moved in silence slowly coaxing me out of the traumatized skin I had made home. It taught me to listen to the voices in my head rather than fear them. This did not mean I agreed with every thought or emotion I had. I had to recognize that who I thought I was in that moment was saturated with outside influences that may or may not have satisfied my soul. Yoga helped me begin to sift through the pieces of myself to figure out which were my own and which were created by outside voices. It helped me realize that I could decide who I wanted to be, then be it.