Karymé, my first commenter (thank you thank you thank you for letting me know that someone actually read a post!:), said some very nice things, and also wanted to know about my Buddhist practice. Sadly, it's non-existent. A friend suggested I adopt a Buddhist attitude to living with my transness. It sounds like a great idea, and it probably is, but I haven't tried it :).
Yoga, on the other hand, is saving my life. When I had my identity crisis, I was wickedly estranged from my body. Of course, I didn't see it that way, because I didn't know what not being estranged from one's body would feel like. I will post more on this unexpected kinesthetic dimension to my experience when I've got what I want to say a little more sorted out.
If my experience is any guide, yoga--just being in my body--can be a transformative experience. It's awesome. Along with quitting drinking (temporarily, but indefinitely), and a couple of other recent improvements, yoga has turned my mood around completely in the last few of weeks.
I began practicing yoga for mindfulness. Being alone with the breath, just being, when practiced regularly, helps dull the anxiety. I tried meditation, but I kept falling asleep. An added benefit for trans me seems to be a really comfortable, healthy body, that I like more than I used to--not because it looks any different, but just because I'm giving it some love, which is something it has long been starved of in its relationship with me.
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...tried meditation but kept falling asleep...
Ha, I know what you mean.
Thanks for writing about your experience. It's been a good read so far.
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