I moved to Australia from Argentina when I was 21 to find the space I needed to flourish. But as the years unfolded, the survival strategies I had developed as a child began to surface. Navigating migration, adulthood, and mental health challenges left me realizing that my old coping mechanisms no longer served me.
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So, I asked for help. I dedicated years to weekly psychotherapy, looking honestly at the roots of my struggles.

Alongside therapy, I started practicing hot yoga. At first, it was purely physical—a way to push my body and burn energy. But eventually, something shifted. I started listening, and heard my teachers speak about the nervous system, about presence, and about how the body remembers what the mind tries to forget.

That curiosity led me to Bali for my first 200-hour yoga teacher training. I didn’t go to become a teacher; I went to learn. But I returned home understanding that yoga is a lifelong journey. I continued studying, taking advanced trainings and anatomy courses, and eventually began teaching free classes in local parks. Today, I teach across studios in Perth and offer private sessions.
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I don’t believe yoga fixes everything. I believe therapy matters. Community matters. Science matters. Rest matters. But yoga, when approached with curiosity rather than perfection, can become one meaningful thread woven through all of it. Yoga doesn’t ask us to become someone else. It asks us to pay attention, to notice how we relate to ourselves, and to practise returning—to our bodies, to the present moment, and to one another. Growth is a continuous process. True freedom lies in our ability to learn, unlearn, and begin again as many times as we need.