My healing process in my welcoming country: Canada

It was a very sad situation. I felt like I am a loser all that I did and am doing is a mess. My eyes were full of tears. I felt no one will understand me. I felt guilty except the kind strangers who became my mentors to show me a way, to help me believe. It is important to talk about the believing process because then you can help yourself . I remember going to the MOSAIC Family Center every day. I walked about 20 to 25 minutes and in the family center I remember narrating my life stories in three different sessions to slow music. It was relaxing and I painted my past with black ink; I painted my future in this welcoming country with a bright sunshine a meandering light and me stepping in the light.

My experience in Meditation Techniques
My interest in meditation started in 2016 when I started working in the after-schoolprogram as a teacher for 35 children from families of asylum seekers and refugees. Many of these children suffered from trauma and anxiety due to previous experiences including racism, marginalization and so it was common to see kids who were hyperactive; who had difficulty sitting in the class, running all over the class room, climbing the windows and crying for no reason. So I was facing all these challenges as a teacher whilst also living as an asylum seeker myself daily facing the challenges of racism myself as well.
So to help myself and the children I conducted breathing exercises in class one day and I noticed the results immediately. Then I started searching for more videos about Yoga tointroduce it in our class during circle time. I found the techniques of meditation very helpful to calm the children. I taught them to sit and breathe and count. It really worked very well. My class started to get calmer; even some of the very hyperactive kids began to take notice of their inner emotions and the breathing helped them to sit in one place for ten minutes. For me, listening to meditational music has become a habit that brings me a few happy moments.