Ten days ago, I was preparing to celebrate my birthday with something I never thought Iād live long enough to receive: the quiet relief of still being here. For those whoāve read The Cancer Diet, you know how close I came to not seeing this year at all. The book was supposed to be a kind of farewell.
Instead, it became a beginning.
That beginning hasnāt been clean or gentle. Iām still walking through heartbreak, creative fatigue, health scares, panic attacks, and awkward days behind the counter of a new Starbucks. Iām still figuring out what recovery actually looks likeāwhen it doesnāt follow a straight line or deliver a perfect epiphany.
And then, quietly, an opportunity showed up in my inbox.
I had applied for a scholarship to Peter Croneās Freedom Membership, a self-guided program built around the core idea that our lives are shaped not by what happens to us, but by the unconscious beliefs we form about ourselves in response. If you havenāt heard of Crone, heās been called āThe Mind Architect,ā and while that title sounds like something out of a Christopher Nolan film, the work he does is stunningly simple: he helps people rewire their relationship to suffering.
And I have plenty of that to work with.
In my application, I shared openly about living with bipolar disorder and anxiety. I told them Iām doing the workāIām in therapy, Iām writing, Iām tryingābut sometimes that work feels like swimming upstream against a river of old stories. Stories about abandonment, shame, failure, not being enough.
Peterās work doesnāt claim to erase that pain. It doesnāt promise you bliss or healing in a week. But it does ask one powerful question:
Who would you be without the story that you are broken?
That question landed hard. Because for the last few months, even as Iāve written and published and survived, Iāve still felt like a hand grenade with the pin pulled. And no amount of kindness or ambition or productivity can quiet that sense of internal volatility when itās rooted in a deep narrative about your own unworthiness.
So Iām stepping into this program not as a miracle seeker, but as someone willing to let go of a few scripts. Maybe not all at once. Maybe not forever. But long enough to ask if thereās something else on the other side of that self-contempt. Something freer.
Iām deeply grateful for the scholarship. I donāt take it lightly. This isnāt just a new toolāitās a lifeline at a time when I could easily disappear back into silence.
If you’re reading this and wondering what “freedom” even means in a world like ours, maybe you’re closer to this work than you think. Not everyone needs Peter Crone. But everyone carries a story about themselves that was written in survival, not in love. And every once in a while, we get the chance to ask if that story is still true.
Iām going to find out.

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