During my first, 10-day silent Vipassana meditation retreat, I remember being surprised by the sheer volume of mental debris that churned up during those quiet hours sitting. A chatterbox of thoughts, to-do lists, and shouldawouldacouldas overlaid one another in my mind like a thousand simultaneous debates escalating in a reverberant hall. Traumatic mem…
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