I'm in one of my moods although I'm always in a mood. I have dysthymia after all. Subtle humor there, folks. Turns out I can make fun of myself after all.
From time to time, I dig through the internet to learn more about dysthymia and all the crap that goes with it our surround it. As of the late, the feeling of being lost has been present. Understandably so given that I’m burnt out from work, it’s been raining for nearly a week and I feel tired and unmotivated. Even though I feel all that and then some, I function. I’m robotic at this point but I have my moments where I work on a craft project and feel good. What I wouldn’t give to go wander the aisles of a craft store right now.
In my digging, I found this quote:
“The desire for more positive experience is itself a negative experience. And, paradoxically, the acceptance of one’s negative experience is itself a positive experience.” - Mark Manson, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counterintuitive Approach to Living a Good Life
The funny thing is, the book this quote is from is sitting in a pile in my office waiting to be read. I guess the universe decided to smack me upside the head. Sometimes it has to do that.
I have to admit that being in the “darkened forest" is a familiar place. It's okay to visit but not a place to stay too long. To give more context. I see myself sitting on a fence. On one side, the darkened forest where my depression, past suicide attempts and all the dark things live. The other side of the fence, is a beautiful meadow with a little cottage near cliffs by the ocean. The majority of days I sit on the fence and from time to time I'm either in the meadow or the forest.
As much as I want to be in the meadow feeling happy and good, it's uncomfortable at times. Like I don't deserve to be there. When I visit the forest, I feel at home. I recognize it and know what to expect. It's messed up but it's me and I know how to navigate this world.
I leave you with a Chris Joslin compilation of two runs he did in SLS. Enjoy!
Rock on!
~Maynard
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