 Christmas has always been a tough day
for those who live with depression. That was the ongoing case even before the orchestrated hijacking of life, better known as 2020. I can't imagine what the death-math of this first Covid Christmas will be. Not that it will be reported with any accuracy, or decency... ...two virtues that might be hiding out with merry. The bells I hear ringing are the alarms of truth and liberty, but most of the world seems to confuse them with a reindeer sleigh. Chimney-like isolation is the gift that comes with seeing what the virus really is, and knowing there is no mask that can protect from the hazardous material strewn about non-stop since March. No amount of garland or tinsel or candy canes can redeem the news-sewage that's poisoned most minds. I will not gaslight you with false cheer. If you feel tired or sad or maybe even worse than that, it actually means you are very much alive and in-tact! It means that your awareness is functioning exactly as it should, alerting you of falsity. There is empowerment in this grinchy post, and it is this: If you can detect it, you can do something about it. Comments are closed.
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The question "How are you?" is PROFOUND. But it has been watered-down to a synonym for "Hello." Forced or fake auto-responses of obligated okay-ness are expected. (And if you are going through something tragic, it really doesn't matter! Every social encounter OPENS with this well-established Ritual of Insincerity.) The question "How are you?" prompts an answer that begins with "I AM _____________." This means many times each day, you are invited to SPEAK THE MOST POWERFUL STATEMENT that can be spoken of yourself. And the socially-expected thing to do, is be QUICK + SLICK with your answer. For a change... TAKE YOUR TIME, and tell your truth. ✍🏾 |