I crossed paths with Osho, and now I am completely empty. Am I awake, or just hollow?

Before Osho, I was just another human being going through the motions of everyday life.

Now, I’m utterly broken down into nothingness—nothing excites me, nothing scares me, and even anger feels like a waste of energy I refuse to spend.

I finally realized there is no God out there because I am the source, but living with this total detachment is a strange, quiet place to be. It’s liberating, yet eerily silent when the illusions you built your whole identity on just evaporate overnight.

​For those who have gone down this radical rabbit hole: Is this true awakening and freedom, or have I just intellectualized myself into apathy?