My name is Sariah. I have a few last names…, but think I can be like Madonna in only needing a first name ? I grew up in a small town called Logandale in Nevada. I had the best childhood playing outside. No street lights, no stop signs, just lots and lots of dirt. I have two boys. 10 and 12, and I have been a single mom the majority of their lives. My hope is that I will raise them to be men their in-laws will be proud to have for sons. I am sure proud of them. We meditate every night because they ask for it. I think I might be doing something right, lol.
I like pizza. I think it has the most flavorful, delicious, amazing taste on the entire planet. Imagine, the perfect crust; just the right amount of cheese; and an unbelievable assortment of toppings. In fact, I like to think of myself as a pizza. An entire, eight slice, fully loaded pizza.
But here’s the thing, I used to be half a pizza. I would give my slices away, to make somebody else feel better. Or, I would be in need of somebody else’s slices, to make me feel whole. And I realized that I was always hungry.
I learned at a young age that by sharing my feelings, I would always hurt somebody else’s feelings. So, I taught myself to be quiet. To smile, and to give away some of my pizza.
I learned at a young age that love comes with a cost. That I shouldn’t expect to be loved unless my love was proven first. So, I taught myself to give. And give some more. And I gave away more of my pizza.
I remember when I hit bottom. I remember when I maybe had one slice left. I cried a lot. My body felt weird, but I didn’t understand what it was saying. I was so so so confused. And my heart hurt. I remember feeling empty. Alone. And broken.
Who would ever want a one slice broken pizza girl?
I have been married THREE times! Once right out of high school for six months. (we’re still good friends) Again, to my boys dad who suffered with severe OCD, had I known then WE ARE NOT OUR THOUGHTS, I might have been able to help him more. And again to a sex addict. I lost myself completely through all of this, and still deal with shame, especially around my name, but I work on my healing every day, on being an entire eight slice fully loaded pizza.
Part of that healing has been yoga. I have been teaching yoga for 10 years, practicing as a Yoga Therapist for 5. I learned through the difficult events in my life yoga does more for you then give you a yoga butt. It can help you to find the wholeness that you are so desperately searching for. That is why I became a teacher and then a yoga therapist. I studied under Dan’a Baptiste at Centered City Yoga in 2012 for my 1000 hour Yoga Therapy Certification. Completed that and then retrained again in 2015, adding another 200 hours on for my 1200 Professional Yoga Therapist License. I will be applying for my licensing through IAYT at the end of the year, and just need some supervised hours and I am complete!
My heart is happy when I see people learn that they can breathe, and live, and create the life they want. By finding themselves, healing begins. I am so passionate about learning and practicing and learning and practicing again, and never stopping. I’m passionate about self care and feeding your body the way it needs to be fed and listening to it in order to maintain a relationship with it. I don’t want to be that one slice broken pizza girl again, and I don’t want anyone else to feel that way. I love helping people become curious so they can figure out what works for them.
The journey of life is hard. It’s not easy, but I am one of you and am going through it with you. I believe that together we can find hope. I want you to know you are loved! And that you are worth every ounce of that love. I want you to know that it takes practice, lots and lots of practice. But having the tools to healing is where it all starts.
Bloom can bring you a whole pocket full of tools that will hopefully help you gain the momentum and confidence you need to move through the hard parts of life. To know you belong. That it’s okay to feel, to love, and to speak.