Why I’m officially done trying to ‘find myself’ on holiday

I am lying on a massage table somewhere far, far away. Two horses hover beside me. A woman speaks to me in tongues while performing reiki. I am subsequently bidden to release my ancestral trauma by setting fire to some crumpled paper in a bowl. I do so with gusto. I shall be transformed.

I carry this gleeful, hopeful sentiment within me on the plane home. I feel light and free; my heart is filled with hope. But the very next day I suffered a monumental insult from someone I considered a friend….