When we think of existential crises, we imagine the teenage years or a mid-life crisis. In my life, the first one arose when I was about 4 years old, following my mother’s death.
The horizon was blotted out, chaos filled the space around me and the ground swept away from under my feet. Thus, began my quest for that something…
Suddenly and brutally, I became self-sufficient. I had to adapt. I moved on and tested life and its limits. Substance abuse, eating disorders, anxiety – I abused my body for years. When it was almost too late to change course, I stopped it all. By myself. The will to live prevailed and my body did not let me fall.
After my studies, a fundamental question arose, “who would I become if I went far away and left everything behind?”
