Iboga: The Psychedelic Medicine That Healed My Coming-Out Trauma

Well, I did it. I underwent a week of disconnection from social media and the outside world and deep into a psycho-spiritual journey with a shaman and a psychedelic plant medicine. The only way I can describe the experience is …

TRUE(self)LOVE

There’s a saying in my recovery program that ‘faith without works is dead.’ There’s also instructions that remind us when we take a leap of faith, that it’s not enough to simply make the decision in our mind, rather it …

Higher-Self Help

I believe I’m in the middle of a spiritual awakening.

I’m in a twelve step program, the twelfth step of which states, “Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to …

Emotional Sobriety

When I was nearly 17 years sober from my major addictions, my guru told me that there had come a time in his own sobriety journey when he wanted more than just abstinence from alcohol and drugs. He wanted peace …

I’m As Sick As the Secrets I Keep

Late night large pizzas, two pints of Ben & Jerry’s (albeit non-dairy) and obsessive flipping back and forth between a couple of ‘dating’ apps are few of my least favourite things. You wouldn’t be able to gauge my disdain for …

It Wasn’t Too Late to Tell Me I Was Loved

Since I posted my last piece about Isolation of the Spirit, some wonderful things have happened.

Family and friends who didn’t at first accept my coming out (when I was 17) have messaged, commented and explained that they love …

Isolation of the Spirit

Isolation of the Spirit

I’ve been alone and lonely most of my life. I’ve been isolated and lonesome even when I’m in a room full of people—even while I’m in the middle of a crowd of my students or friends …

Trusting Passion and Moving Through Uncertainty

Trusting Passion and Moving Through Uncertainty

I’m in a bit of a dilemma. And what better way to move through it than to write about it?

My dilemma is this: I know that I am more than I currently am, …

Moments of Clarity

Moments of Clarity

My chest muscles have clamped down on my heart. My arms are limp, and my jaw is pulling to the left. I’m hunched in the corner of my bachelor apartment—paralyzed from having smoked crack for the last …