These days, she questioned everything. But one thing she was certain about is that meditation is supposed to relieve stress — not cause it.
So much for that certainty.
“Is it a real itch or my delusional mind? What am I forgetting to do while I’m wasting time meditating? How much time has passed? How could I possibly sit here for an hour? Did I shut off the oven? Why am I thinking so much? Am I breathing? I must be or I’m already dead. Am I the first person to ever fail meditation?”
Ah, one can see the bliss meditation has brought her.