Over the last decade, I’ve spent over $20,000 "self-helping" myself to a better version of me. From books to coaches to retreats to support groups, I've left no stone unturned when it comes to #livingmybestlife. Maybe this journey sounds familiar; perhaps it's one you’ve been on too. I’ve stood shoulder to shoulder with my wellness brothers and sisters shouting mantras, downing the latest superfood concoctions, and journeying to past lives. We’ve screamed into pillows, eye gazed, and visualized our parents as their highest selves—(to forgive them, of course). And it’s been an odyssey.
But at the end of 2016, I took inventory of my life and realized that I'd self-helped myself into a self-help addiction—one in which I felt more connected and dependent on the words of my teachers than my own. I believed so strongly in what my gurus were teaching and serving up, I'd totally abandoned my own compass. I'd sooner swipe my credit card to buy the latest digital course than I would get quiet and actually listen to what my own internal guidance system was telling me.