I had a period of a few months last year where I meditated for an hour to an hour and a half a day. Some of those meditation sessions were more potent and cathartic than even psychedelics. Absolute confidence and absolute fluency. People around me took notice of the change without telling them a single thing. Renewed child-like perspective on life. Body language transformed entirely. Then, I started enjoying my confidence and fluency a bit too much. It started to get into my head. I was no longer just being my desired state, but chasing it maniacally as if I had already lost it, which made me exert more pressure. The novelty of meditation (at least to the extent I had experienced up until that point) started to wear off and became less rewarding. I quit it and haven't been the same since.