There have been very few moments in my lifetime that definitively and completely changed the trajectory of my life. Of course, most moments in life have this capacity, but in general, when I look back over my life to date, my top life-altering moments can probably be counted on one hand.
One of the moments on this short list was the first time I was shown how my thinking created my feelings.
Until then, I was stuck in a mind that believed its own stories. I didn’t know that I could question what my mind said. I didn’t even know that my mind said things that weren’t true. I had no concept of the bondage that I was experiencing by my own hand.
In tandem to this, I really had no recognition of what an emotion really was. I only really knew if I felt bad or… not bad. I knew what intense stress, worry or fear felt like. And I knew the absence of that.
Words like happiness, peace, calm, joy, jealousy, regret, boredom, really only had a conceptual meaning to me. I knew, in my head, what they meant, but I had no idea what they felt like in my body.
Most of the time I either felt bad or numb. Or badly numb. Or numbingly bad.









