21/04/2026
There’s a particular kind of tiredness I see a lot, and it’s not the simple kind. It’s the kind where you finally stop, but your body doesn’t come with you. You sit down, you try to rest, you tell yourself you’re safe, and still something in you is braced.
Most people assume that means they’re “bad at relaxing,” or that they need to work on their mindset. But often it’s much more basic than that.
The nervous system is doing its job. Its job is safety. It scans, predicts, and prepares. It learns from repetition. It doesn’t only store experiences as thoughts, it stores them as patterns in the body, in tension, in breath, in posture, in the way the system holds itself in readiness.
This is why things can surface when you finally settle. Not always as a neat memory, and not always as a story you can place. Sometimes it’s sensation first, a wave of emotion, a tightness you didn’t realise you were carrying, a sense of familiarity you can’t quite explain. The body isn’t being dramatic. It’s reporting. It’s letting something move that didn’t have room to move before.
I think we underestimate how much modern life keeps us in partial activation. Constant input, constant switching, constant low-level demand. The system adapts by staying “on,” and when it stays on for long enough, that starts to feel normal. Until you find a moment of real quiet and realise how much you’ve been holding.
This is where plants can matter, not as a quick fix, and not as a performance of wellness, but as rhythm. A slower pace the body can entrain to. A kind of contact that doesn’t demand anything from you. Sometimes that’s a tea, sometimes it’s simply being near living things again. The nervous system reads those cues and begins to soften.
If this carousel landed for you, I wrote a longer essay on Substack: The Body Does Not Forget. It Waits for Remembering.
You can follow me there (Dellna, The London Herbalist) if you want the deeper writing.
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