This is a question I’ve been asking myself lately. With so much hatred manifesting itself throughout the world, it’s hard to see if there’s any love left, both for others and towards ourselves.
As I’ve mentioned before, I have depression and it’s been getting pretty bad for the last couple of days. As I drove home from work tonight, I wondered why it was so hard for me to just love myself and my existence. I’m always looking out for people, I am very attractive, I have an amazing family, I have caring friends, I even have someone I’m growing very fond of, and yet I can still sit alone in the car and yell at myself for literally no reason other than I am not perfect and last night and throughout today I’ve had thoughts of the many ways I could end it all. I’m very grateful that I still can see that that’s not the solution, but it still scares me.
Then I thought about the recent bombings, terrorist attacks and other violence across the world and wondered how anyone could be happy. There are so many reasons for us to be afraid and feel hopeless, to hate the world and those who cause us harm or pain, and yet I still see so much kindness and love around me. How much better the world can be if we can just love and let go of our contentions! There would be no worries of people hurting others, there would be more service to our fellow man, there would be peace. I realize this is just a wish, but I can’t help but wonder.
But now that I’m done rambling, back to what I was mentioning earlier. I’ve heard people mention that they wonder how someone could live without certain illnesses or trials that others are struggling with, and I’ve wondered the same thing. It must be so nice to be able to go though the day without suddenly screaming at yourself, twitching as a bad memory resurfaces, wanting to run away from everything and everyone at the drop of a dime. It must be so nice to feel comfortable around those you love and not worry about saying or doing something that would make them worry about you. It has been so long since I’ve had that kind of peace that I don’t remember what it was like.
It is very possible that the problems I’m having are results from a chemical imbalance, but I feel that my sensitivity to emotions and moods has a large part to play. With everything that is happening in the world it can be hard for me to be happy. How dare I be happy when others are suffering. How dare I feel peaceful when others are in pain. How dare I.
But then I remember how much work love takes. It’s not something that comes easy and out of the blue. It takes work, time and effort for it to grow and survive. Just because I don’t feel love for myself doesn’t mean I should just give up. I should accept the challenge and work at it because it will be so worth it in the long run.
Sure, the world is a crappy place right now, but shouldn’t we take that as a challenge to make it better in any way we can?
(I apologize for the rambling, but I felt that I needed to say this. Have a great night!)
