The practice of yoga changed my life. It was one of those things that I’ve always wanted to do someday. And then, one year and a half ago, in the middle of depression, I thought it was now or never. After my yoga class, everyone I met said “You’ve just had a yoga class, haven’t you?”. It was clear. I was someone else. The depressed and tired mother looked like a lively young girl for a few hours. Then the sleepless nights and cold ands flu etc, brought me back to my usual condition, until the next lesson.