what is going on with myself

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I am actually at a juncture, I have been a bit self obsessed ever since a particular conversation with my therapist in 2020 that gave me a real clue about my true self AND an avenue to start winding down my then theological project. So it's been a series of explorative experiences (mostly new age type like Wicca, gong baths and even reality tv) while I just essentially pampered myself into wellness.
Meanwhile everything in my life changed:  relationships, location, industries, obsessions, pursuits and hobbies.
So I admit to the odd brewskie and ciggie to get me through this final phase toward TOTAL wellness and groundednesz and maybe world domination is even on the cards. 

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