What do you do when you feel like crying for seemingly no reason at all?
When you feel about to burst with pent up tension, but feel you have no one to call?
I searched the web tonight for blogs. Forums. Anything to find someone’s thoughts I could relate to. A connection. Maybe even a hope of camaraderie of some sort.
But I fell short. So I put the phone down. And grimaced. Because it’s been too long. Too long since I felt fulfilled by things I used to love. People whose company I used to enjoy. I’ve been shrinking. Shrinking back to a person I used to be. A time when life was darker and persistent clouds were the norm. And here we are again…
Friendships slipping away while I make no move to rekindle them. Wanting something new, but not having the energy to pursue it. Positive quotes used to highlight my days. And prayer. I’ve always felt you should hold on to even the slightest shred of light and hope….and you could persevere.
But tonight, it’s as if the lights have been shut off. I picture a large empty space like a warehouse. And an old lever that controls the lights. You hear the loud groan of the lever as it’s pulled down, and boom! Lights out. Darkness. And silence.
How did I get here?
Is like cold, damp concrete underneath me. And stifling quiet all around me.
Emptiness. And yet, it’s suffocating.
Nothing around me, yet it feels like something is closing in.
I’d like to cry out, but the attempt would be feeble. And no one would recognize it anyways. Because my voice is never loud enough. Or the people in earshot either don’t understand, or they think positive words of encouragement will save the day.
So I shrink back.
Farther and farther from their line of sight. Safe in the shadows.
But is it safe in my mind?
Rigid. I’ve become rigid. Who to trust? Who to believe? Oh, to be an animal, driven by instinct. Like us, they can be frightened. But are they gripped with torrents of thought that tire them? Their responsibilities include finding food, building shelter, mating, and raising young for a relatively short time. And for most, the span of their lives is so short.
But humanity. So much more complex. And why? Surely we are not superior?
Is it to do with the stories of Adam and Eve? And is the Bible mostly filled with parable, and what parts are real? Did Jesus in fact spend 40 days and 40 nights in the desert, or is that symbolism for some deeper truth?
We think we know so much. And everywhere you turn someone else or something else is telling you what’s best for you or how to live your life or find peace or happiness or success.
Anymore it all feels like bullshit. If each of us is our own person, and I believe we are, then how can one article of someone else’s musings have all the right steps to lead us all from point A to point B? It can’t.
And how can one person’s or even two or more peoples’ ideas about what is best for us be “the way”? And yet, people don’t stop sounding off advice. I’m guilty too. And I’d like to stop. Stop my judgement. My knowing what’s best. And stop saying it out loud as if I have those answers for someone else. Just like I would like for people to stop doing that to me.
And I’d like to stop hearing the echo of their words reverberating through my thoughts. Covering your ears doesn’t help.
Turn. It. Off. Turn the sound down. I wish I had a switch. Click. Flip it, and mission accomplished. Just white noise left. Or sounds of nature. Birds chirping. Water flowing over rocks. Wind blowing through trees.
Maybe then I could hear God’s voice again. Because I miss it. I’ve been missing it. And it’s left a void. A wide, cavernous, and empty void. Some seem to live without him/her just fine. But me? I’m rather lost without that serene, loving voice that doesn’t need words to communicate. A language of its own.
I want to hear it again…..