What struck me most about this experience was that I ought to have felt overjoyed at the fact that I had been physically well enough that day to practice yoga the way I used to practice.  I had reclaimed a part of my old life that I thought had been given up for good.  I should have been bouncing off the ceiling, proclaiming myself in remission and throwing myself a big old party in four-inch heels to celebrate. Instead, I kept quiet, waiting for the other high-heeled shoe to drop.  Surely this just wasn't allowed.  If you have RA, you don't get to truly feel good anymore. Even when you do, do you?

I can still feel my RA's presence. As I make my morning tea, a slight twinge in my hands will emerge or as I walk down the subway steps, a sharp pain will appear in my ankle followed by a creaking in my knees. No matter where I go or how good I feel, the specter of RA follows me around and is a constant reminder that I'm only as good as the meds I'm on, and that thought haunts me. Today may be about downward facing dog, but tomorrow might be about a downward spiral.

Shaking off the ghost of RA is tricky. There are no RABusters to call, but little by little, it is possible to do. What it mostly requires is a leap of faith and the determination to live moment-by-moment, allowing ourselves to relish the moments we feel good. After all, isn't that what being in remission is all about?

Sara is the author of the blog, The Single Gal's Guide to Rheumatoid Arthritis and a partner in the Buckle Me Up International Young Arthritis Awareness Movement. Find out more at Buckle Me Up Movement.com!