For so long i just thought I was depressed.
And yet, all the amino acids for my brain, and exercise, and anti-oxidants, and music making that are supposed to heal the depression seemed not to make a dent.
Even moving deeper into my ‘life’s purpose’ and moving thousands of miles; ending one relationship and starting another; ending that relationship and starting a few at once - none of it seemed to help.
Nothing could shake the feeling of disappointment upon disappointment… and that all i could see possible was more disappointment.
I could not understand why with all the qigong, and prayer, and friends, and hobbies, and nutrition - i would still feel hopeless and dissatisfied.
I began to feel more and more that nothing would ever satisfy, nothing would ever alleviate the anxiety i felt, that I could not carry on.
And I was right.
In all the world there is no hope - no lasting happiness - nothing that will dispell the fear of a separate entity. All the bright and brilliant goals I’ve set have become ashes in my mouth, all the work i’ve put in on ‘bettering’ myself has simply led to more self, and more work.
And yet, in fully realizing this, in fully accepting this hopelessness and despair - something has happened.
The dark night of the soul has felt like falling down a deep well, mostly without any ground whatsoever, no light, no frame of reference - occasionally chancing upon a handhold only to have it break off, or passing a glimpse of daylight - so fleeting. In this moment it is as if I’ve touched down on the bottom. Oh, here I am. It’s the bottom of a well, and it’s not so bad. It’s not a fairy tale. There is no endless pile of ice cream, no perfect mate, no bike ride that only goes downhill…. but it is real, perhaps more real than i have experienced yet, and I am content to dwell in that reality.