Overcoming Challenges | My Journey Back to My Roots

And so in that moment on the surgery table, I knew that I had to go back to my roots. And that's exactly what I did. So I said my dad was Indian, my mom is Danish. I've only ever known my mom to suffer from debilitating autoimmune disease. So rheumatoid arthritis. I've only ever known my mom to have deformities over all of her limbs. Right? My mom is such a fighter. You know, the motto in our house growing up was, eat it, it's good for you. Drink it, it's good for you. She tried every single Eastern modality to heal her body. And my dad, with his insight in Ayurveda, my mom found this ashram in Valmoran in Quebec. It's the Sivananda Ashram, where we would go and spend. So my summers as a kid, I didn't get to go to fun summer camp. I, like, literally had to go to yoga camp. My dad would tap me on the shoulder at five o' clock in the morning to go and meditate. But that was my blueprint. And I would see my mom's symptoms subside. I would see the energy of my parents shift here. I would even feel better going to this place, right? And so in that moment on the surgery table, I knew that I had to go back to my roots. And that's exactly what I did. So.