
There was a point in my life when everything shifted. I had been working constantly—traveling, moving, always in motion. And then suddenly, I wasn’t. I was home. A young stay-at-home mother. And something in me knew: I needed something else.
I had always been a runner. Movement wasn’t new to me. But one day, I went to a small yoga class with a teacher who lived just up the hill in rural Wisconsin. There wasn’t anything extraordinary at the time. But something in me softened. Something slowed down—just enough for me to notice.
When I heard about a yoga training, I signed up. Not because I wanted to teach. I didn’t. I went because I wanted to understand. But by the end of the training, I found myself teaching anyway.
Teaching Felt Right… Until It Didn’t
At first, it felt good. I was teaching in gyms, moving people through sequences, watching them feel better in their bodies. There was a rhythm to it. A sense of purpose.
And then I started working with at-risk teens in trauma-informed wilderness programs. And something shifted.
It hit differently. It wasn’t just a class anymore. It felt personal in a way I hadn’t expected. There were moments in those rooms where I could feel echoes of my own adolescence—years where things felt emotionally complex, at times overwhelming.
I found myself reflecting: How can I actually help?
When Good Intentions Weren’t Enough
But something wasn’t landing. I remember standing in those rooms, guiding practices I had been trained to offer—watching, waiting for something to shift. And instead, there was a kind of distance I couldn’t quite name. Not resistance. Not disinterest. Just… not connection.
I thought I was offering something they needed. I believed I had found a way to help them feel better—more settled, more connected.
But what I thought was the answer—what I thought would help them “get better”—wasn’t as accurate as I believed.
What if it’s not about doing this better? What if this way of teaching isn’t designed for what these teens are actually experiencing?
A Path That Resonated
The way I had been taught to teach yoga wasn’t built for people living with overwhelming experiences. It wasn’t built for people who didn’t feel safe—not just in the world around them, but within themselves. And once I felt that, I couldn’t unfeel it.
I started searching. Modern yoga offers a wide range of trainings, approaches, and philosophies. So many paths to explore, it can be hard to know which one will truly make a difference. I wasn’t looking for something inspiring—I was looking for something that actually worked.
That’s when I found Trauma Center Trauma-Sensitive Yoga (TCTSY). It stood out immediately—not because of branding or language—but because it was research-based. It was being studied, practiced in clinical settings. It had depth and intention behind it. That mattered to me.
I was already deep into a 300-hour yoga therapeutics training when I attended the TCTSY Foundations training at Kripalu Center for Yoga & Health. It was a week long. And it brought up far more than I expected—not just in how I taught, but in how I saw myself, my students, and the space I held for them.
It wasn’t always comfortable. But it was clarifying.
The Shift That Changed My Approach
Not just in how I taught—but in how I saw. I found myself reflecting on things I hadn’t questioned before:
Why do I guide the way I guide? What am I asking of people when I use certain language? Where is choice—and where is subtle pressure?
It wasn’t always comfortable. But it was clarifying.
When I returned to working with adolescents, I didn’t walk in the same way. I was quieter in my approach. More aware of how I was speaking. More attuned to what was happening in the room. I wasn’t trying to get them anywhere. I was paying attention.
And this time—something shifted. Not dramatically. Not all at once. But I could feel moments of connection that hadn’t been there before. Moments where the room felt… different. Less forced. More possible.
What changed wasn’t just my teaching. It was my entire perspective. I started noticing dynamics I had never seen before—in others, and in myself. Subtle things. Relational things. Moments where choice either existed—or didn’t. My understanding of safety, agency, and connection deepened in ways that extended far beyond a yoga class.
From Learning to Living the Work
Not long after, I was accepted into the 300-hour TCTSY Certification program. That experience took everything further. It deepened my understanding in ways that were hard to put into words at the time. But I could feel it in how I moved through the world. In how I listened. In how I responded. In how I understood what it means to support someone who has experienced trauma.
Some of the shifts I experienced through the training included:
Recognizing that offering choice can transform how someone engages.
Learning to slow down, even when I wanted to rush, to create space for connection.
Noticing my own body, voice, and presence as part of how healing unfolds.
Understanding that trauma isn’t something to fix—it’s something to approach with care and presence.
Discovering that being fully with someone often mattered more than what I thought I needed to “teach.”
The training itself is much deeper and more expansive than these few reflections—but these were some of the pieces that reshaped how I show up, teach, and move through the world.
This work changed me. As a practitioner. As a teacher. As a person. And it continues to shape how I understand what it really means to support someone who is struggling—not by offering answers, but by learning how to be with people in a way that makes space for something to emerge.
Wishing you wellness,
Keri Sawyer








