Smoking and drinking again today. I've been detoxing for this spiritual retreat. Need to do six weeks. Didn't get to six days. I'm going to have to be honest with the guy who runs the place. Hopefully, he will be a bit lenient. Otherwise, I'm going to have to miss the retreat and I really don't want to do that.
Have been going backwards and forwards about whether or not I should be honest, but - really - the answer is obvious. I have to be honest. I'm always honest about everything eventually. I realized a long time ago that it hurts more to lie. It feels better when I inevitably admit the truth. Doesn't matter what that truth is.
I'm scared I'm going to be blacklisted from the retreat because I'm an addict (of sorts). That's crazy, right?
It means so much to me, I don't want to lose it... but I can't let that compromise my integrity.
Being honest is more important than the retreat.
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Over the past week or so, I've been facing things about myself that make me uncomfortable... which hasn't happened for quite a while.
Psychedelics have taught me to love myself, but if you love yourself too much you become indifferent to others.
I'm going to start going to therapy. I'm in my forties. I'm not a drug addict anymore but I've spent most of my life as an addict so the sober world is unknown. It's more comfortable being high, or so I tell myself.
I feel like I've been running (away from myself?) my whole life and now I'm finally ready to stop and turn around and face the music.
Shamanic ceremonies have lead me to psychotherapy. There's a huge group therapy aspect to ceremony. You are vulnerable around others. You expose your weaknesses in this fragile state. You examine them. You dig deep. You try to fix yourself.
I have difficulty with social cues, sometimes. I've struggled socially throughout my life, but mostly because I don't want to play that game. Still, the outcome is the same.
The moment a man decides he is complete is the moment he fails. I still have a lot of work to do.
Being able to see the parts of yourself that you keep hidden is painful, but it's also a relief.
I'm starting to realize that I don't have to choose between a psychologist and a spiritual healer: I can have both.
There is little I want to retain of my old self.