I have never been much the type of person that asks for help. I preferred to do on my own, failing, falling, and getting up again. When I had my #cerebralstrole I was 23 years old, let's not mention that the world literally crumbled under my feet, I felt I was really alone in this. Before I even realized, my parents (a clerk and a cook) forced me to take long, sweaty, #rehabilitation for body and language, and don't get me wrong, I'll forever be thankful for that, but they were all for the purpose of taking me back to college, finish up my studies and getting me to a studio where, in my mother's opinion, I would wear skirts and high heels all the time. She did that for me, because she wanted me to have a big salary, and with that buy a big house, with a big car, and a big husband. I don't want that. I realized my connection with my soul while I was in one of those rehabilitation centers. . I wanted something different from all the girls my age, I wanted nobody to suffer like I did, I want to help people to raise up and shine their own light. I discovered yoga. . I want to be a yoga teacher. I want to spread the light, to grow beautiful souls, to smile, to be who I am meant to be. . Here's why I ask @yovadalife with #yovadayogi to bring me to Bali. To discover my true purpose, to fulfill my soul, in the Island of Gods, and finally be one with the Universe.