Face the dark to see the light. It seems counter-intutitive. But the last few days have borne that out for me.
Before Friday, despair ruled my life. It felt far worse than depression. Hope hovered at an all time low. Getting out of bed, took most of the energy I had. Thankfully for Mary, I managed to do that before she got home from work.
Then Friday came. I had a difficult day, first getting flooded, misusing the ultimate threat, running, and finally receiving the request to not come home. That had to be one of the worst days of my life. On Saturday, separation ruled the day as Mary and I stayed apart.
Something happened in those two days; the experiences forced me to face the dark. Darkness seemed to rule the days. Or did it?
The fog o’ despair lifted. The despair that had ruled my life for months had cleared. The light which couldn’t penetrate the fog had become visible. What a rapid and sudden change! and on the back of such horrid events!
I’m not out of the woods, yet. There is still much work to be done. While the despair has completely cleared, the depression is still there at some level. Thankfully, it seems to be at a level that can be worked it and handled.
My challenge is to continue to keep looking at the dark, so I can continue to see the light. By doing that, I will be able to continue my journey out of the, now, nearly 22 month cycle. (Ug, that’s too long.)
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