I took a month off because my mind needed silence. Ayahuasca and a few other medicines rearranged my perception faster than language could keep up with. Doctors use the word psychosis, but that’s only because they lack a spiritual vocabulary.
I wasn’t unwell so much as temporarily over-informed.
During that month, I learned how thin the membrane is between consensus reality and the operating system underneath it. Bills still arrived. Emails still wanted replies. But I could see the code behind them—how intention precedes structure.
Rest was necessary. Not because I was broken, but because when you glimpse the architecture of meaning, you need time to integrate it.
I returned when the messages slowed. Or when I learned how to listen without being overwhelmed. Same thing.