I know what the pit looks like and how it feels. On those days when I jut can’t get out of bed, nothing seems funny. But that’s when I force myself to, among other things, watch a funny movie or search YouTube for funny videos. I especially like Bloopers and Cat shenanigans. I also ADORE Jeff Dunham and Walter, Peanut, Achmed the Dead Terrorist, et al.
It may not last for longer than the time I am watching, but it least it gets my out of myself for a moment or two.
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I find this profound and somewhat helpful on those days when I’ve not completely lost hope.
We No Longer Love
What meaning can I give to my life
If I embitter myself with Hate and Rage and Despair
And, in the process, destroy my own capability for compassion?
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It began in early childhood with deep disappointment. The expectations of childhood were not met, in fact, they were betrayed. It was not the child’s fault. All humans are born alive with optimism. But “Life Is What Happens While You’re Making Plans.”
It’s not the child’s fault. It was done to her, not for her. And her expectations, her hopes and dreams were darkened. Her optimism soon ran dry.
The thing is, while it may have started as an attitude of sadness and disappointment, the neurotransmitters in her brain began to create transmission lines that allowed the darkness to take root. And depression became the order of the day. Actual physical changes took place, and now the girl has lost her way.
