Depression? Oh, a chemical imbalance? Yes, it sure is one of the steps in the imbalance of your being, caught in a character that cares not for what your heart yearns to live. Assumptions learned, habits formed, to be over-protective, fearful and withdrawn. Into these habits without conscious consent to be overprotective against infinitely more phantoms than threatening substance.
It is your exhaustion from being someone you are not and for the valuelessness of that way of being that causes such an extreme imbalance, made effortless by that habit to protect you from the illusionary monsters that manage to scare without a single bite. Your bite marks from yesteryear are hardly the measure of your daily threats, but not to your brain that seeks to save you from ever being bitten again!
Goal achieved; no bites.
Side effects; boredom, unfulfilled, misery and bouts of reckless attempts for an adventure that causes crashes.
Depression, by all means, is a deep rest, a de-press. A desperate reprieve to contemplate why it has to be this way and surely there must be a better way, than a cruel swing between boredom and danger. Such a character would make anyone weary with a desperate need for answers. Why do we get hurt from the drama, and then are pushed into creating drama? We want the love and we want the adventure and neither are delivered on this absurd coping swing.
If you feel emotional pain, heed its message of why you are feeling that pain before you are pushed into surrendering out of engaging and into the dark abyss of disillusionment, perpetual detachment; Depression. Swimming against the gravity tide, that is focused squarely upon your heart without the surface of light in sight, often defines the experience. That was never meant to be your destiny. Yet the character hijacked your true and precious identity that creates that failing fate and lives it fully.
If you fail to honour your emotions, fail to listen to the calls to release you from the illogical points that push your worth down, your capabilities out of existence and the love of this world out of your reach, then your life force will find its resting place in your personal purgatory, its sanctuary from the torture chamber, leaving you to contemplate the sins of your self-deception.
Indeed it is self-deception, though you fought frantically to deny that truth. It can’t be your fault, you are not mentally sick. You are not inherently flawed. You are not a fool! Yet you secretly fear that may well be what is found if you dare look. So, best to not look and hope you can drift out of this hell. The mission is painfully clear and clearly painful: find the reasons for your failings, outside of you, at all costs. Excuses and blame become your savour from the scariest monster of all; you. Failure is never an option.
Deception is the foundation of failure. Anything that denies your worth, your power and the boundless beauty of this world, that belongs to you as much as any other, took great self-deception to make it so. Taught and routinely invited into deception as your truth. Suddenly truth does not set you free, it locks you up. Truth is your enemy, it exposes your flaws, it subjects you to ridicule, punishment and abandonment.
Your character was constructed out of a mess of lies. Thankfully, your free will is the greatest truth of all, to choose every idea that will shape the character and the stage your heart was born to have. From the lies that shape the imbalance, you have a higher purpose to rest from the lies, become the artist again and write your script to play again. #Depression #Purpose #FIFOzero #MenInBlackBall
