Part 1: Retreat Into Myslef - The Beginning

This post is part of the Ayurvedic Journey series.

Looking back, I really needed this time and experience. My body, soul, and mind had been aching — softly at first, then more and more loudly. I was giving so much of my attention and energy to others, while neglecting myself. The urge to stop, to take care of myself, to disconnect, became so strong that I finally acted on it.

I booked something I had never done before: my first true solo vacation. Not a city break. Not a trip to see family or friends. And not a typical vacation filled with movement, sports, local food, or sightseeing. This time, I was going inward. A true retreat into myself.

Over the months leading up to it, I kept hearing about Ayurvedic retreats — from friends, from random conversations, and even social media. I didn’t research it deeply. I just knew it was something I wanted to try. A perfect blend of body treatments, soul stillness, and enough time to dive into my own mind. A place far away from home where no one knew me — so I could get to know myself again.

That was the final call to choose myself and take a break. My systems felt close to shutting down if I wouldn’t do it.

It was no longer a nice idea. It became a necessity.

I hadn't been myself for a long time. That girl full of energy, sharpness, presence - she was there, but only in a glimpses. I could still pull it off in front of friends or family. But in truth? On the worst days, I stayed in bed all day - unable to move, unable to get up. On a regular day? I woke up tired, stayed tired. Sleepy in the morning, sleepy through the afternoon. Foggy mind. No focus. A sense of disconnection between my body, my head, and my soul. Do I know when it started? No. Because it didn't happen overnight. It crept in slowly. Quietly. And when you neglect yourself long enough — when all your energy is directed outward —you stop noticing. Until something breaks. And that break becomes a mirror.

So I chose a location that had been recommended to me, saving myself the pressure of long research for something I was just beginning to understand. With an open mind, no expectations beyond a rough daily schedule and the promise of two full weeks to myself, I booked the retreat — and flew to Sri Lanka.

I didn’t just need rest - I needed a quiet revolution. And this was the first step I’m grateful you took the time to read this piece of my story. If this touched something in you give a heart and share your thought. Part 2 is ready to read

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