Journey from the Abyss to the Clouds
Two nights ago, I literally Googled “what to do if you have no talent or skills” as I lay in bed with my laptop.
Yeah, I know… Stop shaking your head and keep reading.
We all Google dumb or silly things from time to time. In general, we all do dumb or silly things from time to time!
This was different though.
It was like someone else was controlling my hands as I typed the words on my keyboard. The search results gave me some Reddit threads, a few similar Quora questions, threads from a social anxiety support forum… You get the idea. It was loads of pathetic people complaining about not being able to do anything well, feeling useless, etc etc etc. (Thank you, @jackmiller! After reading your #introduceyourself post, you have me saying “etc etc etc” now too!)
I read through a few pages of this digital cancer in a zombie-like trance. Nothing I read made me feel any better. In fact, I felt worse – worse and worse by the second. And yet, I kept clicking the back arrow of the browser and reading the next link on Google. I couldn’t stop. Is this how drug addicts feel, not being able to stop, but wanting to?
Negative energy breeds more negative energy and multiplies exponentially. What a vicious cycle we get stuck in, and sources that say they are trying to help only make it worse. How is anyone supposed to feel better with this at play? Sometimes, the Internet is more harmful than helpful. Sort of like when you develop a rash, Google the rash, and suddenly you’re convinced you have skin cancer. This was exactly how I felt in those moments; that is, useless and delirious. I was getting impatient and angry as well.
These unconstructive repetitive thoughts are not only pointless, but also dangerous. They are what drive people over the edge, into a rapid downward spiral, to destitution, to suicide.
Logically, I knew what I was doing was detrimental. I even knew that stating I have no talent or skills was completely untrue. Seriously, what a waste of my time, right? I’m a respectable woman with a son and a job that pays well enough for me to continue living in Los Angeles relatively comfortably.
It doesn’t matter that I knew this, though, because although I was mentally abusing myself, I was also doing myself and everyone I know a favor. It threw me so deep into the abyss – quite literally into a place I hadn’t been before. I did not want to continue with my life. I despised myself on such a deep level. I felt I served no purpose in this world and was only taking up space. My son’s father can take care of my son, so he’ll be fine, I thought. He's a teenager and hates me at least half the time anyway, I thought. I felt guilty and selfish, but also didn't care.
I let go of all my thoughts and judgments because I didn’t need them anymore; I didn’t need anything anymore. Nothing mattered. All was quiet in my head.
At some point after that, I must have fallen asleep. Usually a bright laptop screen in my face stops me from falling asleep, but not two nights ago. I had no thoughts in my head, no desire for anything, and as a result fell into a peaceful sleep for the first time in a long time. It happened with no effort whatsoever.
When I woke up, my laptop was laying on its side. I looked to my left and my dog Ralph was staring at me. I smiled at him, got out of bed, and heard my son typing on his laptop in the other room…posting on Steemit probably. I felt content (not necessarily happy or sad, just present) and seemed to float as I walked around our apartment. I don’t remember feeling like that before, ever. The delirium faded into stillness. The uselessness faded into curiosity. The impatience faded into watchfulness. The anger faded into acceptance. There was a comment left by @tiandao on my article from yesterday. Is this what you were talking about? Your comment gave me what I needed to write this article and put into words what I was feeling.
To be honest, I completely forgot about what happened the night before and how I was feeling then. I didn’t even remember it happened until the next day, and only in the sense that it happened – not that it happened to me. It could have been anyone, a different person. It very well could have been a story someone told me.
A photo I took some months ago at Paradise Cove in Malibu, California
Since then, I’ve been trying to make sense of it, all the while feeling like I’m walking on clouds. The only thing I can come up with is that I experienced the same thing that happened to Eckhart Tolle. It reminds me of what he described in the introduction of his book The Power of Now. I read the book about a year ago and thought it was good, but didn’t put any extra thought into it until now.
Here's the exerpt from The Power of Now that I'm referring to:
Until my thirtieth year, I lived in a state of almost continuous anxiety interspersed with periods of suicidal depression. It feels now as if I am talking about some past lifetime or somebody else's life.
One night not long after my twenty-ninth birthday, I woke up in the early hours with a feeling of absolute dread. I had woken up with such a feeling many times before, but this time it was more intense than it had ever been. The silence of the night, the vague outlines of the furniture in the dark room, the distant noise of a passing train - everything felt so alien, so hostile, and so utterly meaningless that it created in me a deep loathing of the world. The most loathsome thing of all, however, was my own existence. What was the point in continuing to live with this burden of misery? Why carry on with this continuous struggle? I could feel that a deep longing for annihilation, for nonexistence, was now becoming much stronger than the instinctive desire to continue to live.
"I cannot live with myself any longer." This was the thought that kept repeating itself in my mind. Then suddenly I became aware of what a peculiar thought it was. "Am I one or two? If I cannot live with myself, there must be two of me: the ‘I’ and the ‘self’ that ‘I’ cannot live with." "Maybe," I thought, "only one of them is real."
I was so stunned by this strange realization that my mind stopped. I was fully conscious, but there were no more thoughts. Then I felt drawn into what seemed like a vortex of energy. It was a slow movement at first and then accelerated. I was gripped by an intense fear, and my body started to shake. I heard the words "resist nothing," as if spoken inside my chest. I could feel myself being sucked into a void. It felt as if the void was inside myself rather than outside. Suddenly, there was no more fear, and I let myself fall into that void. I have no recollection of what happened after that.
I was awakened by the chirping of a bird outside the window. I had never heard such a sound before. My eyes were still closed, and I saw the image of a precious diamond. Yes, if a diamond could make a sound, this is what it would be like. I opened my eyes. The first light of dawn was filtering through the curtains. Without any thought, I felt, I knew, that there is infinitely more to light than we realize. That soft luminosity filtering through the curtains was love itself. Tears came into my eyes. I got up and walked around the room. I recognized the room, and yet I knew that I had never truly seen it before. Everything was fresh and pristine, as if it had just come into existence. I picked up things, a pencil, an empty bottle, marveling at the beauty and aliveness of it all.
That day I walked around the city in utter amazement at the miracle of life on earth, as if I had just been born into this world.
For the next five months, I lived in a state of uninterrupted deep peace and bliss. After that, it diminished somewhat in intensity, or perhaps it just seemed to because it became my natural state. I could still function in the world, although I realized that nothing I ever did could possibly add anything to what I already had.
I knew, of course, that something profoundly significant had happened to me, but I didn't understand it at all. It wasn't until several years later, after I had read spiritual texts and spent time with spiritual teachers, that I realized that what everybody was looking for had already happened to me. I understood that the intense pressure of suffering that night must have forced my consciousness to withdraw from its identification with the unhappy and deeply fearful self, which is ultimately a fiction of the mind. This withdrawal must have been so complete that this false, suffering self immediately collapsed, just as if a plug had been pulled out of an inflatable toy. What was left then was my true nature as the ever-present I am: con- sciousness in its pure state prior to identification with form. Later I also learned to go into that inner timeless and deathless realm that I had originally perceived as a void and remain fully conscious. I dwelt in states of such indescribable bliss and sacredness that even the original experience I just described pales in comparison. A time came when, for a while, I was left with nothing on the physical plane. I had no relationships, no job, no home, no socially defined identity. I spent almost two years sitting on park benches in a state of the most intense joy.
But even the most beautiful experiences come and go. More fundamental, perhaps, than any experience is the undercurrent of peace that has never left me since then. Sometimes it is very strong, almost palpable, and others can feel it too. At other times, it is somewhere in the background, like a distant melody.
Later, people would occasionally come up to me and say. "I want what you have. Can you give it to me, or show me how to get it?" And I would say. "You have it already. You just can't feel it because your mind is making too much noise." That answer later grew into the book that you are holding in your hands. Before I knew it, I had an external identity again. I had become a spiritual teacher.
- Eckhart Tolle, exerpt from The Power of Now - Introduction, The Origin of this Book
Sometimes we need to see how bad it can really be for others before we can understand how good we have it. Sounds like you went through a brain flush...kinda like a rad flush for your car...get's the gunk out and makes things flow better. Beats the hell outta Zoloft...not that those things don't do some people good.
Kinda wish you hadn't called those people and their struggles to cope in this world "pathetic". Such people are vulnerable to doctors who have no other answers but to medicate and see how it goes. Then they find themselves in a chicken or egg situation...was it their thoughts...or is it now the meds making their life a living hell. Slippery slopes.
btw @cali-girl welcome to steemit...oh it may be on my end but your pictures aren't loading...good luck here.
I agree, pathetic probably wasn't the ideal word, but I wrote it exactly as it came out of my head.
I understand completely @cali-girl ...just couldn't let that slide for some reason...please don't think you have to stop and think about what others will think...we have enough trouble finding our various muses...ain't it just wonderful though...when it just flows from the heart into a blur of keystrokes?
Oh don't worry, I will continue doing what I'm doing. I'm sure more people will have a problem with certain words I choose to use, and that's okay. And yes, the blur of keystrokes is amazing.
Glad you didn't take offense ~smiles fer miles~
Welcome to Steemit! That was a read for sure.
Glad you enjoyed it.
Love to read stream of consciousness like this and hope to get better at it myself
It's in there. Get out of your own way and let it out. :)
Wow, following you now. You got this. You will see me around in your comments now :) !! And I pushed it above the 10$ mark!! But hey, you are appreciated! Glad to have you here
Thank you so much! I'm speechless. :)
New to steemit and damn... I didn't expect to find such fantastic content just in the introduceyourself section. Well done.
Thank you!
You have a strong emotional voice and I look forward to reading more of your posts!
Keep fighting!
Giving up isn't in my nature. Thank you again for taking time out of your day to read my post.
Welcome to steemit , happy to have you here
I am @alienposts , my real name is achraf :)
Enjoy your time here and let's get this party started :)
welcome to steemit baby!
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I really enjoyed reading this. The picture isn't half bad as well. Followed ;)