This was a huge leap of faith for me, showing vulnerability like this was like climbing a mountain blindfolded. Thank you everyone here who have shared their own heroes journey and be able to witness this courage right here in the etherical web of life. https://www.instagram.com/p/DQr-BCbCpny/?igsh=MWNyMWxmbXA1OHp3Yw==

Hey Family, I would appreciate any feedback on it. Blessings, Kyle

🌑 Breakthrough Story: From Escapism to Embodied Dharma 1. Before – The Misfit's Mirror I grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other. Childhood was warm, full of friends and familiar faces—until high school, when things began to crack. Genuine friendship became harder to find, and I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror without a crushing darkness emerging from within.. I felt like a black sheep in every room. No matter how hard I searched for my tribe, I always ended up the outsider—too sensitive, too curious, too different. At the time, I didn’t have the words for it. I just knew I didn’t belong to the script others seemed to be following. I sought escape in video games, girls, and porn—immersing myself in fantasies that felt safer than genuine honest connection. I rejected my feminine energy, silenced my softness, and buried my sadness beneath obsession. 2. Crisis – The Soul Can't Digest What the Mind Denies I tried to fix myself externally. I went to the gym, got stronger, tried to carve a version of myself that could belong. But I burned out—physically weaker, emotionally numb, and spiritually dry. My body began to rebel. Digestive issues, chronic tension, and anxiety overtook me. It felt like I couldn’t digest life itself. Even surrounded by people at university, I felt alone—like a ghost wandering through noise. Something was crying out from deep within me. The pain became too loud to ignore. I realized: this wasn’t just discomfort. This was a spiritual emergency. My soul was calling me home. 3. Chase – Searching Through Silence I began writing. Journaling became my sacred offering to heal oneself, my altar. Through the daily pages, I started meeting myself as a friendly friend not a deadly foe—in soft slow waves of appreciation.. I immersed myself in the Self-Authoring program by Jordan Peterson. I nosedived into the world of philosophy and psychology —Jung, Fromm, Alan Watts. Their words fathered me in a way no one in my life had before. I studied mindfulness, nutrition, and stoicism as. I became obsessed with transformation on my terms.. My pain became a portal into self knowledge. I searched for meaning in every shadow of doubt and ignorance.. Yet underneath, I still feared being seen. I still carried shame for being different.So, I deleted social media. I hid my gifts. I told myself I needed more time—but really, I feared rejection.