I Spent Two Decades Trying to Fix Myself..

I've read every self-help book. Done every form of therapy. Seen psychics, healers, shamans. I've tapped, manifested, affirmed, and positive-thought my way through life.

And I still felt like shit.

Not all the time, but enough of the time that I kept thinking something was seriously wrong with me.

I was doing "all the right things" but everything felt forced. Like I was over-engineering my own life. I'd have these breakthrough moments where I'd think "Finally! This is it!" and then... nothing. Back to feeling behind, like I was never enough.

I kept at it. I thought there would be this magical moment where everything would click. Where I'd finally catch up to the life I was meant to be living.

But here's what I realized: I was doing all of this healing with the consciousness of brokenness.

I wasn't doing it to feel my life force or enjoy being human. I was doing it because I believed that feeling bad meant something was wrong with me. That somehow my difficult emotions were a reflection of my failure as a person.

What if they're not?

What if feeling like shit sometimes is just... being human?

What if you're not broken and don't need fixing? What would happen if you decided to stop trying to fix yourself?