I showed up on my mat for the first time after a long history of uncontrolled seizures and surgeries. Following the last surgery, I went from having seizures everyday to every couple of months. Yet I still struggled with this, I desired perfection. I realized I had to make a shift within myself. Life was not black and white but needed balance. What could I do to continue down the path of healing and seeking out freedom? The medical team had done everything they could do to get me to where I was at, but now it was up to me. I decided to try yoga knowing nothing about it. Each time I arrived, I was able to step away from the struggle and pain within my life and embrace the moment, the breath, and like minded people around me. It allowed me to grow and opened my eyes more to realize that everyone had their challenges. I was not alone but part of a community. After six months of getting a ride and practicing, my seizures were under control and off I went to get my drivers license after 23 years, this was freedom I thought. Years later, as I continued down the yoga path, I realized the sense of freedom was not the license or the external material. Freedom was within me always. I thank the yoga practice for guiding me to this discovery.