Photo by Tim Snell, used under Creative Commons
Today I am in the pits. You know what I mean, right? We’ve probably all been there before, though some of us are racking up those frequent guest points faster than others.
The pits are metaphorical. Duh. They’re that place you send yourself, when you’re feeling down, and then you feel bad about yourself for feeling down. Or you indulge in some self-destructive behaviours, but then those behaviours make you feel like crap, and then you feel bad about yourself for doing that to yourself, and how much of an idiot you are, and why can’t you just do the things you know will make you happy, and it must be because you’re an idiot. Or something.
Yeah. The pits are not a pretty place to be. Nor are they a particularly rational state of being, but that’s not really germane.
I know from experience what things I need to do to dig myself out of the pits, but it’s awfully hard to remember and act when you’re down there. It’s kind of dark. And lonely. And a little bit scary. I’m not really alone, but damn it all if it doesn’t feel that way somedays.
So today I will try to remember to open up the curtains and let some light in, literally. Maybe it will help shed some metaphorical light as well.
What do you do when you’re feeling down in the pits?
