How my mindless, reckless indulgence served as a profound teacher
It was a whirlwind three days, filled with parties and reckless indulgence in substances – particularly speed which was readily available. As the three days came to an end, I found myself moving about like a zombie, drained and disoriented.
Fear is just a feeling – don’t let it stop you.
I’m lying on my mat, in a dimly lit yurt, listening to the muffled sounds of those around me. It’s early in the trip, but everyone else seems to be deep into their psychedelic journeys while I’m still waiting for mine to begin. The longer it takes, the more anxious I’m feeling.
Our greatest battles in life will always be with ourselves.
At the age of 14 years old, I was raped in a park in north London. I had no way to process what had happened to me, so I stuffed it down and pretended it didn't. It wasn't until 25 years later, during my first ayahuasca ceremony, that I was able to finally confront my trauma.
