Friday, February 26, 2021
“Be the light they’re looking for.”
Now, on the rare occasion that this actually did occur and I was left in a blackout, what do you think solved my dilemma? Here I was stuck at rock-bottom ― literally stuck at rock-bottom. With no light, the overwhelming sense of fear from the darkness would ripple up and down my body and leave me standing on the spot in a state of temporary paralysis. The best I could come up with, was a cry for help ― that's it. Now, if you thought that all I simply needed was the light to be turned back on, you'd be right, but by who? I still needed a compassionate hand outside of the darkness to pull that off.
The thing is, I didn't need much, I just needed a light. I didn't need a superhero ― someone who would turn on the light, come charging down the stairs, sweep me off my feet, and carry me to safety. That would have been pretty cool, but overly dramatic. I didn't need someone who would want to know all the details that lead up to my discomfort, and then tell me, “There's nothing to be scared of. It's all in your head. You're going to be fine.” That would have been true, and in the right frame of mind, I might have even seen that as supportive, however, in my wrong frame of mind, it's the last thing I would want to hear.
For some reason, reasoning can sound so condescending when I'm afraid. The only thoughts I'm thinking at that point are, “Sure, that's easy for you to say from where you're standing, BUT!” And I also didn't need anybody to empathize with me either with comments like, “I know what you're going through. I've been there. It happened to me too, when I was...” NO! In essence, they would not have had to come down into the darkness on any level, physically, mentally, or emotionally, and join me where I was at.
They simply needed to be
How does that fit into the journal cover’s message? Well, to me, when I'm in a state of feeling the blues, what I'm really experiencing, at the root of the matter, is fear, and just like in that basement, I'm standing in some gloom longing for some light. And like I said above, I don't need someone to join me in the confusion, the next thing you know, there's a bunch of us lost. No, I just need someone to arrive, stand in their peace and turn on the clarity, turn on the quiet knowingness that all is well regardless of what my obscured view is showing me at the moment. I just need them to be like that little yellow flower, who in the middle of it all can radiate her true colours so that I can be reminded of who I really am before I became blue.
So the next time you encounter someone experiencing the blues, emanate some compassion by just being you.
"When everyone around you appears to be blue,
you'll do them more good by just being you."
A bunch of flowers called Black-eyed Susan
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