There’s a moment - quiet, often dismissed -
when your body softens for just a second,
and something in you whispers: Stop. Just stop.
You feel it between tasks, behind the smile, in the silence after the scroll.
But most of us don’t stop.
Not for lack of wanting to -
but because we don’t feel like we’re allowed.
And so, we keep going.
We override the whisper.
And eventually, it stops whispering…
and starts screaming.
This is burnout.
And not just the kind the world measures in sick days and sleep debt -
but a spiritual kind.
The kind where even your rituals feel empty.
Where your soul feels far away.
Where you can’t hear your own intuition anymore.
Burnout Is Not Just Tiredness - It’s a Severance
Clinical research has shown that recovering from burnout - particularly for women - is not a weekend fix. It’s a long, layered journey.
A study published in BMC Psychology found that even after 18 months of treatment, many people still reported ongoing burnout symptoms.
The Cleveland Clinic notes that recovery can take months to years, depending on depth and duration.
And women, especially those in caregiving or service-based roles, are disproportionately affected - emotionally, hormonally, and spiritually.
But, if this is speaking to you, your body already knows that.
You’ve felt it.
The tired that doesn’t sleep away.
The tension behind the eyes.
The sense that something sacred has gone offline.
Like the Selkie Who Lost Her Skin
There’s an old Celtic myth of the Selkie - a seal-woman who shed her skin to walk the land.
But her skin was stolen, and with it, her ability to return to the sea - her source, her soul.
She stayed on land. Married. Mothered. Smiled.
But over time, the light in her eyes faded.
Because without her seal-skin, she was exiled from herself.
Many of us are walking that myth.
We’ve lost touch with the practices, spaces, and sacred rhythms that once tethered us to who we are beneath all the roles.
The longer we stay away, the harder it becomes to remember where we left our soul.
The Medicine We’ve Forgotten
Across cultures - long before wellness apps and nervous system hacks - we had ceremony.
We gathered in circle.
We laid down the burdens.
We wept. We breathed. We were witnessed.
And we emerged different.
Ceremony was how we returned to ourselves.
It was how we reset the soul.
And in many ways, that’s what a retreat truly is.
Not a vacation. Not a luxury.
But a necessary rite of reweaving.
Rest as a Sacred Act
In a world that values hustle, pausing becomes a rebellion.
A revolution of rhythm.
A reclaiming of the nervous system, the spirit and the voice.
Yoga practiced with presence becomes a form of bodily prayer.
Meditation becomes remembrance.
Hypnosis - in the right hands - becomes reprogramming at the root.
These are not tools for escape.
They are tools for return.
To the Self beneath the striving.
To the knowing you’ve always carried.
The Longer We Wait, The Louder the Cost
We wait until the body collapses.
Until the joy disappears.
Until the heart goes quiet.
But healing doesn’t begin at the breakdown.
It begins at the whisper -
the one you might be hearing now.
And so, this is not a call-out.
It’s a calling in.
To the pause.
To the ceremony.
To the breath that changes everything.
This retreat is not a break. It’s a return.
Return To The Temple Within: Hypno-Yoga Retreat