Over time I learned to deal with difficult feelings like loneliness, fear and hopelessness. That doesn't mean they've lost their horror for me. It means a lot more, they're familiar to me. I can face them differently.
I find the loss of strength much more serious. Dealing with the inner emptiness is already a challenge for me. To still go further, to raise me up again and again. Without energy, even that becomes a farce. When simple daily routines exhaust me, the fear grows that I will not be able to get up again at some point.
As long as I do not take full responsibility for myself, I will continue to wander the world, hoping to find my happiness somewhere. But where should I look if not in me? The avoidance and evasion of unpleasant feelings increasingly reduces one's own room for maneuver. Running away cannot be a permanent solution.
Everyday life is a reality that is consciously dreamed every day - a waking dream, a clear dream. The ego that acts in this external sphere is hardly ever the initiator of its actions. And people whose sphere of activity is narrowed and limited tend to have depressing dreams.
There’s a dark cloud covering the great sun you are. After it lifts, you’ll be shining.
Where does this emptiness come from? What can I do to make myself feel better? How long will the darkness last? The difficult thing about depression is that there is often no satisfactory answer. At least not fast. But how do I encounter something that has no reference? No beginning, no end?
When I was on the ground for the first time, I felt how stale advice can be. When the energy fades, the dreams dissolve into air, another era begins. If the body fails to obey its obedience, the old strategies no longer work. Suddenly many things become strenuous. Very strenuous.
Tell me something about your s/o!
It is so difficult to express in words what I feel for her, because she is unique to me.
She touches my heart and soul so deeply. How can I describe what she means to me? Not a single word seems to have enough content to fill these feelings.
She is the life-giving impulse that gently touches the flower in the morning and persuades it to open up and show itself in all its beauty. She is as unique as this young flower in its full splendour for me. Among all the flowers in a garden, I would recognize her because she is unique. Only her shapes and colors fit me and I would see that, even if someone else couldn’t tell her apart from her flower sisters.
She is unique to me because each of her looks hit deep in my heart. If she is sad, I feel with her with every fibre of my being. She’s totally my nature. For her I am ready to explore and experience something new, which she likes, and I'll also take her with me to areas of life that are so far unfathomable for her, if she wants me to. I want to learn to see the world with her eyes, to perceive the scent of a rose as she does and to learn to love the people she likes. If she wants me to, I’ll show her the world as I see it and share my friends with her if she wants to.
I want to share and experience all this with her because she is unique. I sincerely hope that it will be similar for her and that together we can enjoy life in all its beautiful facets and help and support each other when life becomes more difficult. Because she is unique to me, I only want her love from the bottom of my heart for now and ever.
We hope for joy, ease and success in life. Unpleasant aspects such as sadness, loneliness and illness can be left out. Wounded life takes place behind closed doors. Somewhere where, if possible, nobody sees us. For a long time I approached my goals full of energy and passion. With enthusiasm, perseverance, patience and willpower everything seemed to be possible. It's a nice feeling. To set out to discover the world. Until I was suddenly torn out of my dreams.
A shadow lay over my life. The laughing, the happiness became less. The sadness grew. At first I was astounded. The change came creeping and yet unstoppable. I felt a void in which everything seemed to drown. A black hole in which my zest for life sank. I lead a rich life. Rich in meaning, rich in hobbies, rich in people, rich in tasks, rich in wealth. Yet this great void in me. Is that possible? Is that allowed? Am I not grateful enough? What have I done wrong?
What are your three favourite bands? (I know it's hard to choose but at least to have an idea)
I think I have a very unusual taste in music.It's a bit hard to answer, because I don't commit myself to a band or music genre, but rather to individual songs. It depends on the mood I'm in.Flight Facilities, Flume and Metronomy are worth a shot though.