At one time I became extremely involved with Tibetan Buddhism, took vows and all. The meditation actually helped, and the community piece was helpful too. But I became obsessed with it, and felt I needed to do more and more, like it was a job. And I became extremely attached. At the time I was not diagnosed bipolar, but in retrospect I can see that I was hypo. There were fantastical aspects to my thinking, and I took the whole endeavor to the point of being irresponsible to and absent from my actual family, which is certainly not what Buddhism espouses. The saying goes: the mad man drowns in the water that the mystic swims in. It's a slippery slope.

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