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Friday Flow- 12/18/20
Flowing With Darkness
It’s happening again. I find myself trapped behind an invisible force field of distractions, stress, and fear of who I am. Darkness has been a long companion of mine, and to no surprise, I felt his cold breath whisper words that created vivid images of a land where no light could ever shine.
I threw a pillow over my head and screamed as loud as I could fighting the words that brought me back to war. The sight of death and betrayal before me as I watched my heart bleed out in a world I thought I’d never return to. I am safe in my bed, but somehow darkness has come to show me endless unfoldings of lessons and reminders that my wounds are so deep, not even a tourniquet can save me from what I need to face.
A lifetime struggle of flashbacks and nightmares has taught me that if I do not address these feelings, it could be my last breath.
“…the images of the unconscious place a great responsibility upon a man. Failure to understand them or a shrinking of ethical responsibility deprives him of his wholeness and imposes a painful fragmentariness on his life “- Carl Jung
Jung reminds me of my psyche’s attempt to communicate important things to me as a way of individualization.
The catharsis from writing has taught me how to accept wounds that cannot be healed by…
