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Dark night of the soul
skydancer
Veteran
what's your remedy?
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remember that your friends who love you can see outside of space and time
Depression is such an imploded selfish state of mind.
When I'm depressed I can't imagine what it must be like to be happy.
My own cure is to do something then it doesn't matter what state of mind I'm in,
but at least I don't give myself chance to feel sorry for myself.
The devil makes work for idle thumbs yada yada
Now you can buy all the fancy paints but personally I haven't figured out how to use those without all the colors running. Cake paints like for a kid cost about 10 dollars I guess. Watercolors and a watercolor pad for another 8 dollars.
Anyhow I like to paint when I am depressed.
Remember that feelings are unreliable. They are about us and our history and not the external objects we attach them to.
Remember that feelings are voluntary. Our feelings are the result of our choices and by changing our choices sooner or later our feelings will change as well.
batman will take care of your bad mood like a CRIMINAL!
1. One dark night,
fired with love's urgent longings
- ah, the sheer grace! -
I went out unseen,
my house being now all stilled.
2. In darkness, and secure,
by the secret ladder, disguised,
- ah, the sheer grace! -
in darkness and concealment,
my house being now all stilled.
3. On that glad night,
in secret, for no one saw me,
nor did I look at anything,
with no other light or guide
than the one that burned in my heart.
4. This guided me
more surely than the light of noon
to where he was awaiting me
- him I knew so well -
there in a place where no one appeared.
5. O guiding night!
O night more lovely than the dawn!
O night that has united
the Lover with his beloved,
transforming the beloved in her Lover.
6. Upon my flowering breast
which I kept wholly for him alone,
there he lay sleeping,
and I caressing him
there in a breeze from the fanning cedars.
7. When the breeze blew from the turret,
as I parted his hair,
it wounded my neck
with its gentle hand,
suspending all my senses.
8. I abandoned and forgot myself,
laying my face on my Beloved;
all things ceased; I went out from myself,
leaving my cares
forgotten among the lilies.
There may be something here you find useful. :-)
Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day,
to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.
Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan.
We'll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
Well float on maybe would you understand?
The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most.
The days get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.
I like songs about drifters - books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?
The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn't know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn't understand.
I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
Everyone is talking all the time, only thing is only some are actually moving their mouths.
If you get upset and go outside in the storm, swearing at it, getting drenched by the water, doing everything you can to make it go away, swinging your arms and kicking, asking "why oh why does this have to happen to me?"
It just make the whole experience much much worse. And you might get strucked by lightning one day.
I like watching the storms outside the window, the intensity, the rain falling hard, the whole thing.
But there haven't been any in years now.
Shrug your shoulders and say, "Whatever".
Observe it, open to it, let it be, let it go. Do this with both attachment and aversion.
When I was little my mum told me that when she was young she went surfing (body not board) with her cousin. A rip (strong current of water cause by the tide) pulled them out far to sea. I am just going by what my mum told me so I havent actually experience this myself but she said there was no way they could get back. The strong current was between them and the beach. There were no life guards. So they just had to wait for the tide to change. That is to start going in towards the beach rather than outwards as it naturally does everyday. Luckily they had been going to the beach all their lives and had this knowledge. Anyway that is the best metaphor I have come across for my experience when I am feeling low. So I am sharing it with you although I dont know if it can have any meaning for you maybe you need to find your own metaphor. Lots of well intentioned people have given me bucketloads of advice over the years but I still keep coming back to this: I just have to wait this out becuase the tide always changes and it always comes back in.
I have no remedies only some small ideas for comfort.
Paint your finger nails
listen to music
read a favourite book
take a bath or shower
be very gentle with your self
Remember we need the dark to see the stars
Don't try to slap yourself happy, that'll only hurt your cheek. I smile when someone says "just meditate and it won't hurt" when someone has their hand on a stove. Remove the hand, then you might learn later where to put your hand or not, or how to approach fire without suffering.
With warmth,
Matt
Mtns