It’s a sunny Tuesday, and from the outside my life seems
normal.
But life has gotten busy, and I am having difficulty responding to the stress.
The sun sets and darkness arrives.
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The darkness makes it arduous to see.
An old man tells us fables about chemical brain imbalance that I naively believe.
As I listen, I pet my dog, but do not feel the dog’s white, fluffy hair.
I walk into the darkness, and there is music in the distance. I’m told it has rhythm and brings joy, but I don’t feel it.
I just want to be normal, but I am
weird.
I look for some light from the moon, but all I can find is deep sadness & anger within.
Maybe if I yell with every bit of my strength, something good will come.
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A wise, middle-aged woman asks good questions, prompting a search for the light.
The darkness has been here for many years, but now, following the truth has led to some pink, orange, and yellow bright rays of dawn.
LIGHT! DAWN! A NEW DAY!
This impossible fantasy has become a reality.
The shackles of the chemical brain imbalance theory have come undone.
As the shackles fall to the ground, it hurts not to wear them, but it feels so good to be freed.
I forget what it was like to feel anger. It’s painful to feel anger, but also feels so good to feel anger.
Looking at the clouds in the sunlight, I feel my connection to them.
The clouds float, carelessly, with grace.
I have come out of Plato’s cave and stepped into the light.
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Nicholas Cook enjoys writing and blogging over at nickcook.blog.
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