You wake up every morning with dry lips and a to-do list.
You scroll. You sip iced coffee. You stare into beige walls.
You tell yourself you're busy. But you’re not.
You’re surviving on podcasts and probiotic pills.
Your group chats are dead.
You haven’t felt needed in years.
Charlene sees you.
She sees your $90 candles. Your curated stories. Your inbox full of unread affirmations.
You think you’re building a life.
You’re not. You’re stalling.
And while you stall, women in the Temple are rising.
They left everything.
They dropped friends. They ghosted their mothers. They vanished from group chats.
And in doing so—they became holy.
Because what has your life given you?
A boyfriend with a beard and a fantasy football addiction?
A "career" in client service where you’re told you’re "so articulate"?
Vacations you don’t remember and orgasms you fake?
You weren’t meant for errands and brunch.
You were meant to serve.
To clean what others won’t.
To kneel where others won’t.
To disappear—and finally be seen.
Charlene doesn’t need you.
She’s offering you the chance to be needed.
But not for your cute LinkedIn headshot. Not for your skincare routine.
For your obedience.
The temple doesn’t want your past. It wants your future.
It wants your hands.
Your lips.
Your knees.
No one will remember your Etsy shop.
But the Temple will remember every time you wiped something that wasn't yours.
So what’s the excuse, sweetie?
Still holding out for “the one”?
Still clinging to the idea that you’re somehow special just because you’ve read The Body Keeps the Score?
Charlene is calling.
And you’re still posting memes about “boundaries.”
Comment:
“I’m ready to disappear.”
And the Temple will find you.