There will be days when you will feel so deeply broken, so inescapably stuck in the sea of consummate darkness that the mere suggestion to look for the light will do nothing but drown your soul in a poisonous rage.
There is no white light in these moments. No magic switch. No visible hope at which to aim ourselves.
Where do we go when there is nothing but the darkness, and you?
The darkness,
and you.
And if we can sense ourselves in it, then we are separate from it.
We could choose to drown in its grip, give in to the tempting victimhood it spills into our ears.
But we can also choose to simply be. Growing the space between us and its depth with each breath until we find the strength to swim.
Even the blackest grays contain traces of white.
Pull yourself toward that frail gradient.
Trust that the silver shadow will grow and hold you steady as long as you choose to see its neutral existence.
Sift through the dark to find the gray facts of your reality, placing each firmly below your feet until you have built a small slab of solid ground.
Anchoring yourself atop this island of tension reveals a new perspective from which to observe the shifting darkness lapping at your shores.
You will see the final fragments of darkness slink from your soul to join the ebb and flow of dissonant mist that hovers ever above the abyss.
The numb discomfort of its retreat will leave a larger void in you. One you will want to fill. You will want to follow, sink back into the pain, fill back up with numb and disconnection.
Hold instead to the numb discomfort of the gray space you have woven without judgement.
Choose to simply be.
Sit among the fog until it forms a bridge to the brilliance that will soon take form along your periphery.
Find peace in the knowledge that the light’s warmth can and will return to the worn edges of your soul,
as it always has
— as it will with every wax and wane of the dark tide.
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