The Only Way to Really Live Is to Keep Losing Your Mind
Think I’m crazy? Well, yeah.

Recently, I’ve been to the dark side and back several times. I’ve doubted everything I know and then regained faith over and over. I don’t even remember who I really was a few weeks ago, and it’s beautiful. I’ve reinvented myself and given birth to new versions of me so many times.
I’m convinced that the only way to truly live is to keep losing your mind and then getting it back over and over.
Questioning reality is a fantastic way to spend your day.
When I say that I’ve “lost my mind”, for those hecklers out there reading this, I mean that I totally lost faith in the things I thought life was all about. I stopped thinking that the physical world was “real” in a way, and then came back to appreciating it as something totally new — a perception and manifestation of my mind.
I questioned the relationships with other people, wondering if the pain others cause me is a gift from the universe instead of a cruel act between individuals. I certainly shed the need to distract my life with things and activities that will never fill a hole in my soul. I started talking furiously with unseen spirits. I began believing in miracles.
Most people would call these things “crazy”, right? Because most people don’t ever think about reality beyond what they can see on the physical level. In a world where you’re shamed for believing something beyond the “evidence of science”, following your heart is not the norm. But I’m here to encourage some inner knowledge and inner happiness!
Let’s explore some ways you, too, can lose your mind and then find it again.
Existential Crises
One great way of losing your mind is to consider your personal identity. Who even are you?
Are you a mind? Are you a body? Or a soul? Do your memories define you? They do not, I can tell you that. And neither do any of your relationships or possessions.
My greatest mind-blowing experience of the year was to go through a connection, relationship, and break up with another human being that was so painful, it made me consider who I really was. I had attachments that needed to go away. But deeper still, there were things about me that I’d never noticed before. For instance, I could experience sensory perceptions that were not from my immediate environment.
I smelled scents that weren’t there. I saw things at night that were phantoms. I experienced a new level of synchronicities that seemed to slap me in the face to wake up. And what’s wild is that I always had this ability. These were things that could help me heal on a very significant level, and I’d largely ignored them until now.
All of these weird experiences made me realize that my identity isn’t localized. I’m everywhere and nowhere. I’m someone and no one.
Yeah, I’m probably nuts.
This whole journey into the self has made me stronger than I’ve ever been before.
Reality Checks
Dreams always bring me back to reality.
In dreamland, the most vivid and meaningful messages are played out, and I am someone who often remembers dreams. I can’t buy into the idea that dreams are just a byproduct of our subconscious mind. No. I know that they’re manifestations of the spiritual realm, where my soul is working out problems at the level souls do, beyond this physical level.
When I meditate, it’s the same outcome: sometimes I reach such a high state of awareness that it gives me a reality check. I remember that life isn’t exactly as we imagine.
If you think about the idea that consciousness pervades all things, and let yourself give up the idea of physical reality for a minute, you can enter into a quantum mode of thinking about reality. Are objects even real? Is your memory reliable? Is life just a theater production playing out before your eyes?
When I see synchronicities like I have been lately, it’s hard to just continue my day as if life is mundane. My current craziness is seeing bald eagles every damn day. It’s wild. Most people only ever see one bald eagle in their lifetimes, yet I see them pretty much daily in the suburbs where I live. They’re with me. It’s meaningful.
I can’t help but think…what’s real? Am I attracting these bald eagles or am I actually manifesting them? The universe isn’t what I thought it was for most of my life. The fabric of reality is fluid, adaptable, and loving.
This means that the things I’m hung up on are probably not even real. I shouldn’t be attached to any of it. I should just enjoy the flow of life. Experiences will come and go as they’re supposed to.
Talking to Yourself
The self-love and spiritual communities always recommend journaling, which I do daily. But why don’t they tell you to talk out loud to yourself? That’s the same thing as journaling, except without pen and paper and people would think you’re crazy if they heard you do it.
So, I recommend doing it when you’re out of others’ earshot.
When you talk to yourself, you start to work out what’s really going on within you. It’s like therapy except there’s not another human validating or questioning you. Instead, if you learn to listen closely, the answers you seek will surface in your intuition.
Talking to yourself can certainly feel crazy, but actually, it’s an exercise in healing. Put yourself out there and get wild, and the chaos will start to organize itself. Trust me.
You can heal yourself.
Expand Your Awareness
If you’ve made it this far into this article and you’re still reading, then you are probably already crazy like me, so congratulations! You’re probably amid a spiritual awakening — something that never ends, by the way. Welcome to the party.
A life full of reality checks and personal identity crises is way better than a life of total inability to wake up. I don’t know anyone who would trade the pain of this insanity for the old life where I had to keep my mind busy in case I would be faced with my eternal soul.
You’re doing great.
Question everything, release all attachments, and stop believing that you are you. Talk to yourself out loud and don’t be afraid to have meltdowns from time to time. When two versions of reality collide, it causes that kind of thing.
Meltdowns are the only way to heal.
Hi, I’m Emily. I write about consciousness, philosophy, and deep considerations of existence. I also teach meditation, Ayurveda, and I am a spiritual coach. For more about me, have a look at my website.
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