My predicament afforded no obvious escape. I felt that God dropped me into a labyrinth whose exits He had sealed.
I wanted to suppress it. I told myself that everything would
be OK if I just kept muddling through the days. Exercise, be patient. Love. Be
loved. Care for others. Do for others.
But none of that was enough. Something
didn’t feel right. Something was
missing. I wasn’t sure if it was love, my
sister, a child, or more fulfilling work.
I felt broken. Not lonely. Just incomplete.
I considered changing jobs or moving to other cities. But I had already done both of those, and I still felt stuck. Thinking back to the happiest times in my
life they had been being in love, interpreting, and engaging in interesting business
deals. Opportunity once
fell at my heels. Lady luck had sang
over me as I slept; her sweet, soulful tunes stayed with me the whole day long
everywhere I went. Without trying I
attracted beautiful circumstances, and in the most unusual places I met people
who impacted my life and ways of thinking.
This was all before I understood the laws of the universe.
In a wicked turn of events, once I understood the laws I
began to have trouble commanding them. The irony of it all swept through me. As happens normally in life a few failures sprung up in the road. Instead of
dusting myself off for the next round, I started to play it safe. My romances went
down in flames, so the next time love knocked on the door, I pretended not to hear. My entrepreneurial efforts resulted in
incarceration and humiliation, so I took a safe 9 to 5. That
lifestyle may have suited me if I was doing meaningful work, but I wasn’t.
Time passed. New
experiences and places offered temporary relief, but the nagging eventually
re-surfaced no matter where I went. Slowly
it dawned on me that I was an extraordinary beam of light that had tried to seal
itself inside a dark crate. The crate
was safe; shining bright was not. Had I
really been hypnotized in Las Vegas? Dunked in ice water? A rat race baptism designed
to wake me the hell up so I could see how far I was from where I needed to be. Not even my colorful, strong social circle
could pull me out from the hole into which I had fallen.
I wanted so many things… Excitement, answers, financial
relief, a full life and to help other people. I wanted my courage back. Most of all I wanted to crush the fear that
was living inside of my throat, stopping me from breathing full gasps of
air. Not every day felt like
that. But the heavy days were enough to
make me want to just take off running and never look back. I had no idea what
the solution was. But I clung to the
belief that one could come.
I won’t call it depression.
Let’s term it a spiritual deficiency.
I don’t choose to discuss mine for sympathy. Writing about it feels therapeutic. A part of me feels like if I write it in the
past maybe it will become the past more quickly. Instinct
tells me medication is not the answer, and that these feelings are a result of
me not doing my spirit’s work. Besides,
science tells us what prescription drugs due to your ability to connect to the
universe. But it seems to be easier to
attract a bottle of feel good than to connect with your purpose. Some nights I think of taking one or two, but
I don’t want to live like that. This
pain and discomfort lives inside of me for a reason. It’s up to me to take action toward something
greater. If I mask it today it will only
be staring at me tomorrow morning like a bedside gremlin that I fed after
midnight. Natural healing is slow and
exhausting, but I fear any other method will extinguish my drive.
I wish that my best friend Tommy’s wife had found some
therapy before she put a pistol in her mouth.
I wish my old childhood friend had told me how sad she was before she
launched herself from the balcony where we had once watched the Atlanta skyline
and talked about our futures. I don’t
think I would ever take myself out, just because I care too much for the people
around me. I couldn’t make them suffer
like that. But I do ask myself (often) –
when does my own suffering end? All I
really want is to feel important and be happy.
I didn’t realize when I was younger that the mountain would
be this tough to climb.