From the outside, my life was awesome. I had a great husband, two good kids, and lived in a nice house. But on the inside, I was miserable. I was depressed, had low self-esteem, was diagnosed as bi-polar, put on anti-depressants and mood stabilizers. I tried traditional therapy and although I had moments of clarity, I never felt at peace. Something was eating at me, and my life was spinning out out of control. When my kids grew up and moved out, I was finally able to fall apart so I could look at the root of my suffering, and transcend it. I began a journey of self-inquiry that included psychedelics, meditation, therapy, 12-step programs, reading lots of books, journaling, art, and much more. After 4 years, I feel more at peace with myself, but it's an ongoing journey. It's a discipline. My hope is that by sharing my story others might find peace too. Thanks for visiting.