Most of this was written on Saturday, March 20 in my journal. \u00a0I’ve modified it somewhat.<\/p>\n
I woke up at 3AM still struggling with the question of being \u201cstuck in my misery<\/a>.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>I thought things like I won\u2019t go to the discussion next week, I\u2019ll stop posting to the blog and see if anyone notices…\u00a0 <\/span>Yesterday I felt like something had broken in me.\u00a0 <\/span>But this morning I felt the presence of Someone, maybe my True Self.\u00a0 <\/span>They stood very firmly in the truth that I wasn\u2019t going to do any of those things, that I was just going to accept that my friends didn\u2019t get it and stop trying to explain myself to them.\u00a0 <\/span>Realizing that a lot of the pain is recognizing that I don\u2019t really belong anywhere.\u00a0 <\/span>In some ways Kindred Spirits<\/a> is the closest, they see both sides of me.\u00a0 <\/span>The circle dancers only see the Priestess of Neskaya, who is warm, welcoming, and creates wonderful experiences for them.\u00a0 <\/span>They don\u2019t believe it when I say I\u2019m depressed. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I was thinking that I haven\u2019t defeated depression.\u00a0 <\/span>Maybe that\u2019s what some people mean by \u201cstuck.\u201d\u00a0 <\/span>I struggle with it and it goes away and comes back and I struggle with it again.\u00a0 <\/span>But actually the battle metaphor is incorrect, at least for me.\u00a0 <\/span>Depression is like ice.\u00a0 <\/span>I melt it and it goes away.\u00a0 <\/span>It\u2019s often hard work to find the place that accomplishes melting, but sometimes it happens quickly.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>Then what happens is what happens often in therapy, you heal some ancient wound, and feel a lot better for a little while, and then an older pain, that you are now strong enough to face, rises up to be dealt with<\/a>.\u00a0 <\/span>They are saying now there\u2019s evidence that unhealed wounds get passed down through the generations, so for all I know I am now working on my grandparents unhealed wounds.<\/p>\n My most important realization from this writing was the “Someone, maybe my True Self,” who was clearly there, and conveying the idea that it was OK to express my hurt feelings knowing that I wasn’t going to act on them. \u00a0I refer to this being as “they” because it didn’t seem to have a gender, it didn’t even speak, just conveyed a very loving supportive energy. \u00a0I strongly suspect this is what the Quakers call “that of god” in me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Most of this was written on Saturday, March 20 in my journal. \u00a0I’ve modified it somewhat. I woke up at 3AM still struggling with the question of being \u201cstuck in my misery.\u201d\u00a0 I thought things like I won\u2019t go to … Continue reading