By Paddy Kamen, publisher, BetterBrainBetterLife.com
At 3:36 a.m. I was awakened by voices from the boarding house across the street. Mind started in with worries about health, money, and numerous perceived problems like the fact that I don’t have an adequate filing system and the garage is a mess of stuff that needs to be gone through so that if I die suddenly my children won’t have to deal with it. Mind would not stop. Some of this was gripping stuff, and I’m not being facetious (e.g. my health*). Some of it was less urgent (the dahlias are being eaten by bugs and I’m not doing anything about it). But when in a crisis like this, the important matters and the less so merge into a battering ram of misery.
After a while, I felt crazy, as in, ‘I can’t possibly cope with my life and I’ll likely end up in the hospital or homeless and on the street’. The mind crap was spiraling. I needed emergency self-surgery. I got out of bed and started to sit meditation.
After a while, I felt crazy, as in, ‘I can’t possibly cope with my life and I’ll likely end up in the hospital or homeless and on the street’. The mind crap was spiraling. I needed emergency self-surgery. I got out of bed and started to sit meditation.