My Disease, My Practice & Learning to Breathe Again. ~ Julia Albertson

Via Julia Albertson
on Sep 29, 2013
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We all have those things that get us.

Traumatic past experiences, stress, memories—such simple things can make the walls of our security come crumbling down. I find writing in these most intense moments can help ease the chaos. Chaos that isn’t necessarily real.

Isn’t it all about switching your perspective to be more positive? I can see where this can become more like a journal entry than a blog, but I’m choosing to go with it anyway.

I have a crazy genetic disease called Hereditary Angioedema.

My father and all my five siblings have it. It’s actually quite fascinating—we’re one in fifty thousand in the world with it which means it earned its right to be featured on an episode of House M.D.

The gist of it is basically that we all lack or have a malfunctioning version of the blood enzyme that counteracts swelling. These lead to “attacks.” Without treatment, attacks last three to four days in one specific usually isolated area of the body, such as the hands, entire extremities, face or the airway which can be fatal.

I’m experiencing an attack at this moment in my right elbow. Before I decided to take a moment and reflect, I felt myself going to that unclear space in my head where all the mental chatter goes on. I experience intense emotions of resentment for having this disease, I believe that my entire day is over, and that basically, I suck.

Then I finally come to a place of calm, which I actually found as I started writing, where I realize that it doesn’t have to be so dramatic, that I can still have a good day, and that within a few hours of giving myself my treatment, the swelling will most likely go down—instant relief.

This disease has been such an incredible learning experience for me.

The onset of Hereditary Angioedema is usually between the ages of 15 and 20, which means you have to learn to cope with it during some of the most intense and vulnerable times in life.

My first airway attack happened when I was 18 which is about two and half years ago now. Thankfully, the stars were alined in a perfect way—I was able to get to the ER of Mount Sanai just in time to be intubated and medically induced into a near coma for 6 days until the attack went away.

The aftermath was the biggest struggle. After coming home from the ICU, I had lost almost my entire body strength. I couldn’t walk in a straight line, take a deep breath, or remember something that happened two minutes before. It was a very long recovery that lasted almost a year.

One of the most tragic struggles for me during this time was the “loss” of my yoga practice. The idea of attempting synchronized breath with motion would make me burst into tears. Yoga was something that was so sacred and special for me for such a long time and it was physically impossible for me to attempt.

It was a little more than a year ago that I started to get on the mat again.

I constantly faced the struggles of being too weak, not flexible, tight, cracking joints and having to breathe. In Ashtanga yoga, we do something called Ujjayi breathing as we practice. In kids yoga we call this Darth Vader breathing because the sound of restricted breath sounds just like Darth Vader.

This breath basically happens by moving the glottis as the air passes in and out, allowing the throat and the airway to become narrowed. Just this act alone would send me into panic, as it was so close to the sensations that I was experiencing before being intubated. I had a negative memory linked there so my initial solution was to avoid Ashtanga yoga all together.

Somewhere in the last six months I have found the emotional ability to return to Ashtanga yoga. I have a very humble practice based in the primary series, where I am steadily building strength and relearning to connect to the Ujjayi breath. I don’t experience the same panic as I did before, although my thoughts still go there from time to time.

As it always is, yoga is a practice where you learn, grow, and flourish and that is exactly what I’m experiencing now

Lotus flowermore than ever.

Initially when I sat down to write, I had a negative view on my “situation” and I almost let my day get ruined because of it. Now, after writing through this process, I feel a huge sense of gratitude and motivation to just keep going.

I hope that anyone who reads this can gain some inspiration to learn and grow.

I find the symbolism of the Lotus flower can best embody what I’m feeling right now. The website offers a great explanation on it:

“The mud represents an importance in the meaning of the lotus flower in Buddhism. All humans are born in a world where there is suffering. This suffering is a vital part of the human experience; it makes us stronger and teaches us to resist the temptation of evil. When we banish evil thoughts from our mind we are able to break free of the muddy water and become one with the Buddha. The mud shows us who we are and teaches us to choose the right path over the easy one.

Finally, the lotus flower represents rebirth, both in a figurative and a literal sense. The rebirth can be a change of ideas, an acceptance of Buddha where there once was none, the dawn after one’s darkest day, a renaissance of beliefs or the ability to see past wrongs. In a literal sense, the meaning of the lotus flower in Buddhism represents rebirth as a reincarnation, such as in the Buddhist religion, when a soul leaves this world in its present form to be reborn in another.”


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About Julia Albertson

Julia Brenn Albertson was born in Washington D.C. and moved to the sunny, chaotic land of Miami Beach at the tender age of five. Around that time her mother became a certified yoga teacher, and so the journey began. Being raised by hippie parents, she was home-schooled by age 13 and became a certified yoga instructor by age 14. She credits her deep love of the Ashtanga lineage to Kino, her husband Tim Feldmann, and the third cofounder of MLC, Greg Nardi. Julia lives with Hereditary Angioedema, a rare and life threatening genetic blood disease. Through her yoga practice and various alternative modalities, she has managed to survive and heal many traumas, including coma at the age 18. Julia uses her yoga classes as a platform to facilitate and encourage healing and inspiration. After managing Miami Life Center for the last two years, Julia has decided to sell everything she owns and leave her life of 17 years on Miami Beach to live a more simple life in the mountains of Asheville, North Carolina.


3 Responses to “My Disease, My Practice & Learning to Breathe Again. ~ Julia Albertson”

  1. So beautiful. Much love to you!

  2. juliabrenn says:

    Thank you Maria 🙂 Sending love back!

  3. Gaia Budhai says:

    My Mi Beautiful Julia, i just read this article for the first time! wowo! so good to hear in your words what you went thru. You are Glorious, courageous strong and soooo inspiring!
    Your Auntie gaia,