The Woman Who Forgot to Breathe
At first it was small — skipping breakfast because mornings were rushed, swallowing emotions because there wasn’t time to cry, laughing even when she was exhausted because she didn’t want to disappoint anyone. She was the one people leaned on, the one who “always figures it out,” the one who kept moving even when her soul was begging her to pause.
She didn’t fall apart all at once. She faded slowly. Piece by piece.
She became the strong one… who was secretly tired.
The dependable one… who had no place to lay her own weight.
The giver… who couldn’t remember the last time she received.
Her body started asking for what her voice would not. Headaches. Heaviness.
Tight chest. Always “pushing through.”
Until one day she realized: She wasn’t living — she was enduring.
And a quiet grief rose inside her — not because she was broken, but because she had forgotten what it felt like to rest… without guilt.
She didn’t need another seminar. She didn’t need more noise. She needed permission to stop.
To breathe. To come home to herself. To remember she is more than what she carries.
That is where the Secret Silent Sabbath begins —
in the moment a woman finally whispers to herself:
“I am allowed to rest.”
At the retreat you will receive a sacred ‘nap-sack’ with:
An Echoes of Silence journal for soul-inquiry and reflection
Gentle practices for stress release through silence
Prompts to help return to your inner voice
Healing teas for nervous system support
A nourishing light meal and soul-snack
A yoga mat and movement space to reconnect with your body