Liz Gilbert claims in her bestseller Eat, Pray, Love that Americans don’t know pleasure. I agree. Case in point: I’m typing up this blog post in an app on my phone at this very moment because I can’t just enjoy reading her glorious book! No, I have to always be doing something “productive” while I’m enjoying life. And there's something about indulgence that sparks feelings of guilt.

I’m not sure when it was that I first started trusting my innate wisdom to guide me, but my first tangible recollection of it dates back to 1996 – just a few months after my nearly fatal suicide attempt......Something about me at that moment surrendered. To what, I don’t entirely know. But there was an internal shift.