Last year, I went through a burnout.
Not the kind that hits all at once — the kind that settles in slowly. The kind that arrives when you juggle several entrepreneurial projects, say yes to everything, and lose yourself along the way. My body said stop before my head ever did.
What still strikes me, even now, is that I was already practicing yoga and art therapy when it happened. I had my certifications. I was teaching. But it took that exhaustion to make me realize how much I had treated those practices like more topics to master — instead of spaces to actually breathe inside.
When I finally slowed down, those same practices became something else entirely. Yoga became listening to my body instead of pushing it. Art therapy became putting on paper what I couldn't put into words. Sound became a place to let myself be held.
