Depression,
self-doubt, fatigue, unhappiness, despair, failure, dejection,
uncertainty, hopelessness, and self-loathing—these are the emotions too
many of us nurture, cradling them close and
feeding
them like beloved children. We help them develop into the monsters that
control us. We teach them our weaknesses and encourage them to take
advantage of our failures. Why do we so tenderly foster the enemy this
way?
Truth
is—negativity is easy. It comes without effort, without goals, without
having to stand up and fight for it. It at least lets us feel something,
rather than the emptiness that we fear may overtake us. Negativity is
also addictive in a way as we build up habits in our thoughts and
emotions just as we form physical habits. Once we allow negativity in,
it also becomes very difficult to free ourselves. It seems to grow,
breed, and expand in our minds and our hearts until it overwhelms
everything else. We drown in it, huge waves of sadness and self-directed
anger crashing over us again and again until we feel we can never free
ourselves. This is, of course, a lie. There is always hope.
That does
not make what you or I feel any less real, tangible, or dangerous. You
are facing a battle and it feels easier to just stay the course, let
negativity take you wherever it wants. Don’t listen to it. Don’t you
dare! You can be happy again. You can stand tall on a forest path,
breathe deeply, and feel contentment roll through your entire soul. Take
it from someone who has found himself in that ocean of self-doubt many
times, bullied for being smart, for being nerdy, for being too skinny,
too pale, too shy, and too much of a host of other things I’ve since
come to realize had little to do with me and my insecurities as it did
with those doing the bullying.
Growing up
didn’t undo all the scars and trauma though. As an adult I’m still
plagued with the stigmas placed on me as a child. I still see the skinny
kid with braces, glasses, and the inability to tan to save his soul
when I look in the mirror. I still find myself feeling small and alone
when surrounded by people. I still doubt myself. I wonder if my writing
will be good enough. I am afraid and often broken.
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