Earlier this year, I discovered that my work as a mentor slowly infiltrated my personal life to the point that even friends and loved ones no longer saw me as a human. In other words, whenever they reached out, it was always coupled with some kind of request for guidance or help which I gave freely.
Gradually, I got totally burnt out. And it sucked.
Then I realized I was the one who was no longer meeting my own human needs, and spent 24/7 wearing the mask called “I’m spiritual.”
For months, I did some deep soul digging, and eventually decided to drop the mask so I could just be me.
Being “spiritual” means different things to different folks. But this is my take: