Burning Man was HARD ON ME.
The best comparison I can think of is that it was like climbing through a meat grinder – you come out the other side and you’re all there but you’re drastically changed.
I experienced a painful lesson in radical exclusion. So painful in fact, that I still can’t think about it without crying and it tends to take over my entire perception of my burn.
Pain. Exclusion. Hurt. Rejection.
With time, I expect that the hurtful parts of my burn will fade and the pleasant and fun memories will take over.
But for now, I sit here writing this post in tears, trying to make sense of what happened and wondering whatever happened to the Burning Man principle of Radical Inclusion.