Just like the Agreements –
May 20, 2020 – I began to wonder what the hell I was doing with my life. And sure, the human experience was depressing as hell: we were all going to die, the earth and sun included, but that didn’t mean that we shouldn’t build a life while we were here. Did it?
Cue my twenty-fifth (millionth) existential breakdown. I began to question my beliefs. I sought out therapy to help me. Because whatever I was doing, it was no longer working for me.
A new consciousness was trying to assert itself, and it felt like I was going mad. The me underneath all those defenses was trying hard to reach me. It was a strange, discombobulating time. It felt like I was losing my mind. But actually, I was rediscovering it.
Here are some of my favorite revelations from along the way.
