I lost my mind—and it changed everything. I don’t mean that metaphorically. I mean my reality fractured. The rules dissolved. What I thought was solid… wasn’t. It was terrifying, disorienting, unreal. But here’s the part no one talks about: When the mind breaks, the body is still there. Breath is still there. Sensation is still there. And in that chaos, I found something real. Not the stories. Not the interpretations. Just the raw, immediate experience of being alive. That experience reshaped me. I don’t trust every thought anymore—and honestly, that’s a relief. I don’t need to analyze everything to death. I don’t need reality to make perfect sense to exist inside it. “Lose your mind and come to your senses.” — Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī Sometimes breaking is what brings you back.