how is it already the end of march? and what even was february? look, im currently living with my emotionally immature parents. i just turned 33. if the dark night of the soul had a darker and more sinister cousin, that’s where i am right now. over the past year since March 2025, i’ve been 50 feet deep in soul heavy work. i’ve experienced a full on identity shift. it has been the single most isolating, awakening, consciousness raising year i have ever had. i have undergone a de-conditioning of my soul. the removal of distorted lenses. a thinning of the veil. a returning to self. and im doing this shit SOBER. raw dog. okay? no men, no alcohol, no weed, no substances. no distractions. IM NOT EVEN WORKING. it’s literally me, these four walls, my ancestors and my magnesium + ashwaganda supplements. some would view that as entirely masochistic. shit, i’d even say that some days. others might say i’m practicing mastering the art of self.
that was a wild paragraph to write. now im overstimulated. more later
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