I had a plan.
The first week in October, 2023, my mind felt scooped out of my brain. I’d decided to quit taking Xanax cold turkey, and the withdrawal effects had set in. For a few days, I hallucinated mumbling voices and got used to intrusive thoughts stealing the sleepless nights away as my body twitched and fought to regain sensibility once more.
Through the haze, I caught the thread of a thought I’d had when the meds were still suppressing anxiety (and relative madness): self-care. I needed to take better care of myself, in every way. Mind scraped together like a patchwork quilt, I sat down and scribbled away the basic notes of this new plan to take back my life. Nothing major, just enough to build on when my senses returned.
It’s So Simple On Paper
The idea was to have three levels. The first level would be foundational — self-care and the basics of spirituality to start. The second and third levels would get progressively deeper into my personal spirituality as I grew into the habit. Simple, right?
Well, there was a catch: whatever platform I hosted these levels or tiers on would need to be capable of comping or giving away free subscriptions. And that created… complications.