Panic came to me like a shock and, at times, a wake-up call. How did I end up in this moment? Well, a couple of Jehovah's Witness traumas, a lack of belief in myself, and the constant fear of the end of the world and Judgment Day can really do a number on someone. And voila—you get a completely conditioned individual. I realized I was even more lost than ever, but I’m not throwing any blame because there’s no point in that. I’ve been fighting against air, and it’s not worth it. However, what matters is acknowledging it. With the help of Papa Sol, many things started to unfold—starting with why the world unearths one's true gifts only to convince them they aren't valuable. Like always, we humans prioritize currency over our gifts, and the younger generations pay the price. By identifying what was buried, does someone actually need that to feel fulfilled, or is connecting with our true gifts more about simply being our authentic selves? Is it too late to nurture gifts that were meant to be used, not severed? It feels like this simulation wants us to be something we’re really not. We were never meant to be slaves to a career that doesn't align with who we are. It’s like being told to drink hot chocolate when you were meant to have coffee. What happened to me? Did I really give up on myself? I know that can’t be it. I believe they kept me dormant because I was wrongfully afraid of the wrong things, when I should have used that opportunity to ask myself: Am I really lost?