Finding MyselfWhen I was in my early 20s, I had a period where I was confused about everything. Life, love, you name it, I was confused.
So I packed a few things in my pickup and headed to the mountains. I lived in Utah at the time and knew of a great place.
There was a mountain road that wound around and came back out but it was very rarely used.
I drove to a spot I knew and climbed a couple hundred yards to a cave.
There, I sat quietly until a doe showed herself. I shot her and hung her by her hind legs.
That was when I ate a peyote button and built a fire.
I spent the next six days eating nothing but peyote and venison. I walked the mountain and saw everything there was to see.
I slept in the cave in a sleeping bag and communed with nature.
When I got back in my truck and returned to "civilization," I had cured myself of all the confusion.
I immediately started putting my life back in order and cut off the fat.
I can think of nothing I could have done that would've helped me more than my week in the wild.