A month from now, I’ll have my two-year anniversary of starting OULA.
I think if you put who I am now in a room with who I was before I started OULA, you’d have two completely different people, unrecognizable to the other. I’ve spent anywhere from 4-9 hours a week, every week, for two years attending and teaching classes; focusing on my mental wellness first and physical wellness second.
What started as a way to combat depression became a way of life, my purpose, my outlet, and my happy place. I like to tell my classes two things: (1) just because it’s hard, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do it. (2) We have an unequivocal need to scream, and OULA class is pretty much the only way to do it in regular adult life. I also remind them I will absolutely scream louder than them, so they should feel safe to let it rip.
The thing that sets OULA apart, and makes it literally lifesaving, is that it really is about how it feels. I couldn’t have known when I started this, who I’d discover hidden under layers of depression and self-neglect. If you told me two years ago that I’d be wearing crop tops, dancing in my bra, singing audibly in front of people, convincing people to scream with me, and perhaps the most unbelievable- teaching my own classes- I wouldn’t have believed you. But that’s just it, the magic of OULA is that it makes you believe you can do the unbelievable things.