Dance Yourself Clean

"How can you get through a dance class when you're this sick?" "It's exhausting and painful, but it makes me so happy that I don't care"

Ok, I'm not this good, but you get my point.

I've danced on and off my whole life. I've done ballet, hip hop, jazz, belly dancing, folk, tap, musical theatre and burlesque. 

Dancing has been a saviour for me. Not only has it kept me in shape (sort of) it has been like therapy. 

Nothing can cheer me up like a ballet class. It's impossible for me to feel sorry for myself or frustrated with my body and disease, when I'm dancing. Even when I'm trying to nail that double pirouette or hold an arabesque for just a few more seconds, it consumes me in a way that doesn't leave room for me to be thinking about my disease. 

Trying to hold a balancing pose is like meditation. I've can't say how many times people have recommended I try meditation to help my Crohn's. Dance is better meditation than me trying to sit on a cushion and say Om. But when I try to balance in fifth position, or in an arabesque, my mind is blanker than a fresh chalkboard.

 Despite being quite ill, I'll drag my sorry butt into the studio or rehearsal space and forget my woes for a while. 

I have done this consistently for the past 8 years and it's benefitted me more than any other form of exercise or stress relief. 

When I dance I hardly feel pain, I don't feel sad. It's a euphoria that dancers understand. It's my favourite thing to do. And it helps me cope with my illness in a way that is unexplainable. 

I wish that everyone could experience dance the same way I do, it would probably help a lot.