Addiction and Physical Pain

Addiction and Physical Pain

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Often addiction goes hand in hand with physical pain. I used to self-medicate in a desperate attempt to escape pain (emotional and physical) and I got hooked on the narcotic pain meds prescribed by well-meaning doctors. This did not go well, to say the least. And just relieving pain does not address the root causes of pain — it just puts a band-aide on the symptom. Exploring my own physical challenges in my home studio (today, pain in low back) through yoga therapy and massage helps me empathize with my clients and makes me a better practitioner. And utilizing the resources I have available (today, my “Essential Anatomy” app and the materials from a recent workshop I attended) hones my skills in targeting the root causes of pain and how to address the source as well as the symptom. I am always exploring, examining, and studying. Contact me to learn how my Recovery Warrior Path can improve your...
Me and The Recovery Warrior

Me and The Recovery Warrior

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   I often have people ask me how I got into yoga and other holistic practices. The short answer in my head is “personal desperation” but I try to give a more comprehensive answer when I do open my mouth. My first exposure to yoga was in a rec hall at a church in Texas back in the late ’90’s. Honestly, I can’t even recall how my wife and I found out about the class — we didn’t attend that church, we had just moved to the Dallas area from the East Coast for our corporate jobs — but I do know she and I were seeking some form of exercise different than what we were familiar with being offered at the typical gym (weight-lifting, circuit training, aerobics, etc). Thinking back, I initially recall feeling self-conscious as I stepped onto a borrowed yoga mat… I was wearing my ratty old gym shorts and t-shirt (probably advertising beer), and the only man in a room dominated by women in sports bras and pastel-colored spandex leggings. As the class progressed, I felt even more self-conscious, bumbling awkwardly through movements that everyone else appeared to perform with grace and ease. And yet, I also remember finding something comfortably and humbly challenging about moving through my untrained version of the various yoga postures demonstrated by the teacher. It was as though I was actually feeling what it felt like to be in my own body for the very first time. I had always...