You go to a spiritual retreat expecting transformation, insight, and maybe a life-changing breakthrough. Then you come home unable to unpack your suitcase, answer a text, or decide what to eat. That is what I like to call the energetic hangover. After two back-to-back weekends of shamanic training, I came home completely toasted. I slept for eleven hours, avoided music and podcasts on the drive home, and dropped my belongings vaguely near the rooms where they belonged. Appare
