Synergy wellness hudson
My massage therapist introduced me to Reiki, I began studying energy work, sharing and receiving Reiki with my friend Eliza and the many healers she brought together each month, many of whom are now part of Synergy. For me, it was the combination of medication and holistic modalities that saved my life. After having an honest conversation with my Dad about my anxiety, I decided to try medication-and finally, I felt a shift. And like many people around me, I used alcohol to relax and unwind, but it became clear that it did more harm than good. I put my hard-earned money towards bi-weekly massages with my roommate’s mom, a Saturday morning treat that helped for a few days. But once I began graduate school while working full-time, the pressure began to build again. Who knew that so much grief lay in the hips, and that pressing on the heart chakra could bring such inner warmth?įor years, these feelings of anxiety and relief ebbed and flowed. I remember crying during one of my first yoga classes as my breath merged with my body, forming a powerful moving meditation that let me gently access my emotions. At first, I began with exercise for stress relief, and then I found yoga and meditation. I feared anything that might trigger that feeling of panic again.Īnd the sojourn began, on an uncertain and unlit path to seek relief, peace and serenity from anxiety and a propensity towards perfectionism (sound familiar anyone?). I feared entering crowded rooms and going for long drives. I remembered my panic attacks so vividly, that I began to fear the feeling of fear itself. In the nine years that followed, I suffered in silence and shame, experiencing many periods of anxiety and agoraphobia. At the hospital, they told me that I was experiencing a panic attack. My step-mom drove me to the hospital, my one-year old sister sitting next to me. It felt like I was having a heart attack. I still vividly remember that August day - how fast my heart was beating, the way my breath shortened, how the world seemed to close in around me. At 21 years old, I experienced my first panic attack.