Skarekrow
~~DEVIL~~
- MBTI
- Ni-INFJ-A
- Enneagram
- Warlock
Great stuff!
You know i think some people have got the wrong idea about the whole happiness thing
Happiness isn't about comfort. I mean that's what set gautama on the road wasn't it? He was sitting on his nice cushions in his palace being fed grapes off a silver platter and one day he just sat up, the emptiness consuming him and he thought 'fuck my life is so empty!'
He put the grapes down, got up off his cushion and walked to his room. Maybe he said something to his people or maybe he just quietly slipped out a side door and that was it.....he walked off down the road until his shoes fell off his feet
The sun beat down on his brow, the grit rubbed his hardening feet and his stomach groaned with hunger but he had never felt so alive...because.....he had an idea
There is much truth to that.
I have isolated myself from people for most of my years alive…was fairly sociable in late teen years but that ended soon into my 20’s.
It’s not that I feel the need to go out and find a bunch of friends…but it’s kind of the apathetic version of the New Ager only seeing the positive and sticking their head in the sand.
I even found a job for myself where I had minimal verbal and face to face time with the patients I took care of…I mean, I was all inside them in many other more invasive ways, but that was also closing myself off from the world…I didn’t intend it to be that way from the beginning, but that is what it ended up being for me.
And…I have had very little shielding of myself in all my years in the medical field…I can shut my feelings down in a snap, because that is what you have to do to do the best you can for that dying person or child at the time…but then I carry that emotion around, it probably helped my arthritis exist in the first place (not to mention, lifting too many fat people on stretchers down or up flights of stairs).
I just pushed it all down, down…I had no outlet.
With the loss of this identity for me, it’s had a profound impact on everything I had built for so many years…the sense of pride I once took felt depressing for many months.
I think I was supposed to almost die that day.
I know this may sound crazy…but I think I almost died several times in the days leading up to that day.
I had just broken from my depression and I just didn’t feel well…I had just started the IV therapy for my arthritis and I just didn’t feel right…I remember standing in my kitchen…I had the dry heaves all morning…I called out “Please, I don’t feel well…something is wrong...someone help me!” And I kid you not it felt like someone reached into my chest and the most pleasant feeling…like you felt in your chest at your first real kiss!
I actually had to step back to steady myself and catch my breath as it felt like it was sucked out of my lungs.
But I felt better…I didn’t feel sick.
This happened again a couple days later…I was feeling this way again…and I thought - There is no way that if I ask for help again I will have such a thing happen again…I made excuses that I was just overwhelming myself, it was all in my head.
But I asked for help again…and again…I felt this hand reach into my chest…same thing…if it was all in my head, then goddamn I’m good.
So it turns out I was dry heaving in the morning from my heart rate being so slow and the anxiety that I blamed it on, was my blood pressure shooting up trying to maintain with such a slow HR.
I just didn’t know this until my heart almost stopped.
I really feel that someone actually converted my heart rate back to a normal rhythm…I could liken it to being shocked by the defibrillator, except highly pleasant.
So that's the story.
That whole experience has even further pulled me out of any depression that was remaining…the important things in my life where those I loved and who loved me - nothing else mattered in those moments of perfect being in the now.
Last edited: