A Story About The Epic Fail In My First Meditation Class
I remember my first meditation class with a bitter sweet taste in my mouth. It happened 12 years ago and it led me nowhere other but into a deeper state of anxiety than I was already experiencing.
Back then I had a pretty big appetite for self-destruction manifesting in all sorts of unhealthy relationships, carefully nurtured to confirm my hidden belief of my uselessness on this planet. I was living these endless existential dramas that no one, neither friends nor professionals, could have helped me with.
Until one day, when right from the bottom of my desperation, I . . .
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