The clouds are so thick that all I can feel is the ultraviolet radiation permeating my skin damaging me on a cellular level. A walk through the forest draws my attention to the soil erosion around the root systems a grim reminder that the air filling my lungs is now contains 400ppm of carbon. This is the nature of depression. It is all consuming. A dark fog that won’t lift, and I used to be able to see the beauty in a foggy day. Maybe it’s just because there have been so many foggy days lately that I’ve forgotten that there is a world outside of the dark cloud that surrounds me.
I lost the love of my life to addiction and three weeks ago I was sexually assaulted. The life has just been sucked right out if me, but I tell myself that I have to keep emulating the behavior of the living. I tell myself that if I can just keep pretending to live that I’ll feel alive again. If it were just the heartbreak of losing my partner, or simply coping with having a chronic illness or even if all I had to deal with was the psychological and legal fallout of being sexually assaulted then I feel as if I could stitch together enough broken pieces of myself to resemble a functional person.
So what do I do? Life doesn’t just stop because I’ve lost the ability to function. Life goes on, right? Besides, there are so many things I have to get done. I have to finish filming music videos. I have to finish the artwork layout for my CD’s. I have to fulfill all my crowdfunding perks. I have to start on a PR campaign for my album release. I have to start organizing a live show. I have to keep start recording my new EP…the list goes on and on, just like life. How do I accomplish all of this when my body is in so much agony that I can barely move and my mind is so foggy that I’m not even aware of my own thoughts half the time. It’s taken me 4 days to write this tiny little blog post because it’s so hard to focus.
So why even write a post like this? Well, the answer is the same as to the question, “why write songs and paint pictures of dark subject matter?” The answer is that we all will suffer as human beings. Many times our suffering will be inflicted upon us for no discernable reason. This is the nature of our physical existence, but like everything else in this physical existence, suffering is not permanent either. We’re also not alone in our suffering. There is always someone out there who understands, we just need to reach out and ask for help.
Will I always feel like this? Logically speaking…no, I won’t even though right now it feels like I’ll never feel joy again. I just have to remember that I haven’t always felt like this so chances are that this too shall pass.