Can I say something that may appear dumb.
When I hit the crux I went away by myself, walked the beach, cooked my food and after a long time found what remained of my soul.
It wasn't pretty.
But after a week of facing me, I found me. Heaps of baggage hiding me from myself. I had to dig through it all, the worse thing was I had to be honest to the one person I had always lied to; me.
It wasn't nice. I had to accept myself, I had to understand what that meant; it was very personal, and very hard.
It is not for everyone.