And in my case it’s reckoning with the concept that value is made and not inherent and that to assign value to things and people is to essentially be lying since the reality is that value is just imaginary. That everything is equal. That the world isn’t my image of it or that things don’t have the qualities I assign to them, that everything is inherently null.
It’s a scary thing. It saps life of the magic and meaning I knew or believed it to have.