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TranceTara -> RE: Sadness (2/23/2009 3:58:12 AM)
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ORIGINAL: NorthernGent There seems to be an awful lot of posts concerning 'feeling low', so in my state of meglomania and quest for adoration I thought I'd pen a line or two in order to place some of this in context. Sadness and anxiety are as much a part of human existence as joy. You could of course attempt to wipe this out by drinking yourself into oblivion or going to the doctor for anti-depressants, but then you'd rob yourself of what it means to be a human being. It is the lows that make the highs so joyous, and we learn more from our failures than successes - the lows drive us forward. That is the trick of evolution: we are free to choose and this choice can only possibly lead to success and failure, joy and sadness. Imagine a world where everything went right: what a boring, load of old bollocks that would be. This alternative world would render us docile and devoid of emotion and meaning. Life can't be a bed of roses, by virtue of our state as human beings. I'm not attempting to devalue people's situations, but failure and its consequences, in broad terms, are unavoidable; so it's how you deal with failure that matters, not the failure itself. So, next time you're feeling pissed off because something hasn't gone your way, well, every cloud has a silver lining and there's always something good around the corner.....assuming you want it, that is. There you go, brought to you from a small corner of the world where the streets are paved with gold, and tits and beer are served up every Sunday afternoon by the local charity shop. This is why I was drawn to Buddhism. The Buddha mentioned dukkha, that ever present suffering that we find in life. It is our attachments to this world, to our opinions, to our desires, to our thoughts, and many other things, that cause us suffering. And, many of the meditations in Tibetan Buddhism are on one's own death. They are to try to get one from being attached to our bodies. Also, we would focus on the preciousness of this human life and know that at any moment, we could die or a loved one could die. Some say "Why me?" The universe can say, "Why not?" And yes, scarlet, enjoy the preciousness of each and every moment you have with your sister. I have suffered depression most of my life. Suicide attempt in early teens. I saw psychologists, psychiatrists, LCSWs, you name it. I had one psychiatrist try over 15 anti-depressants on me and none worked. And, when I was in those moods, if anyone would ever have tried to say, "Look on the bright side, there's a silver lining," well, I'd want to have punched them, but I would have been too depressed to act. (I was to later to find out it was a medication I was on causing the intense chemical imbalance.) Then there's sadness and grief. I cared for my dad as he died of cancer. I was caretaker to my mum who had Alzheimer's. Then a few years ago, in six months, I lost an uncle, aunt and my brother. My immediate family were now all dead. It hurt, but somehow I found this place inside that was an anchor. All those years of Buddhism paid off. Yes, I hurt, I cried, but I could still feel joy. And these days, I find I have a mild depression from Seasonal Affectual Disorder. I allow myself to cry. I allow myself to sit in the depression and not want to leave the flat when I'm not at work. It's okay. And, I do feel a tinge of guilt at not being a good aunt to my niece and nephew, but I have let them know I do suffer bouts of depression and it is not them. I allow my soul to rejoice when a bird sings. I smile and giggle when I see a puppy or a baby or a kitten. I can be depressed, sad and happy all in the same moment. I cannot explain why. I don't care. I've earned it. And, I know, if a friend is sad, I'll be there to offer my shoulder, not a platitude, for I've been there. Platitudes suck when you're sad and depressed. Actions mean the world. I'll be there to drive them to the beach or the park if they want. Or to just sit. So many people cannot stand being around a sad person. I know that first hand. And, I also know it's because many do not wish to face there own sadness, grief or that deep hurt inside that is our doorway to bliss. I love this definition of sad from an episode in series 3 of the New Doctor Who. The episode was called Blink: Sally: I love old things. They make me feel sad. Kathy: What’s good about sad? Sally: It’s happy for deep people. My heart goes out to all of you who are suffering and big hugs to both of you kiwisub and scarlet. Sláinte, TT
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