Stuff I've been thinking about lately...
Love is a yang sort of thing. A convex energy.
Depression is its polar opposite. Some people say love and fear are polar opposites, but I disagree.
Depression is a yin sort of thing. A concave energy. A black hole, sucking all things inward into the darkness.
Nothing matters in that place. No caring can touch you, no memory of the light ever having BEEN, and any ability your heart had to love is gone.
The Depression Black Hole is totally self-oriented, but its self-absorption is the polar opposite of self-love. It says "I have no value, no reason for living, no place in the world. I am an empty, useless waste of space."
Self-love would never be self-absorbed, because ... it wouldn't have to be. Self-love would feel its value, the energy of it would reverse, become convex and active and outward.
Some folx have tried to combat the self-absorption of depression with self-sacrifice, as if that sort of "acting out" of love will pull you out of your downward tailspin. It doesn't really, at least not long term. There is no substitute for self-love, not even caring for others can make it real. All you're doing there is stuffing down your own feelings (thereby reinforcing that your feelings have no value, no right to BE) in favor of somebody else's needs, somebody else's suffering, as if that will make you a loving person.
There is no substitute for self-love. REAL self-love.
That's what I think today. Subject to change tomorrow...
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