Existential Crisis Mode
Entering the Dark Night of the Soul
Back to wondering why I’m alive.
The light shines itself too brightly at times, and it illuminates uncomfortable truths about my reality. A revelation too big can make me slip into the darkness. My soul enters a dark night. Does this ever happen to you?
To be functional, we must have a grip on reality most of the time. We must be able to get our pants on and go out the door once in a while. There has to be some ongoing thread of simple motivation to keep living and doing mindless, mundane tasks all day. Shoving food in our mouths, trying to earn a paycheck, paying bills, sleeping, and then getting up to do it all over again. But why? What’s the point?
I once wrote about how I’m tired of making up reasons to live. Because that’s how it feels sometimes. We’re playing a make-believe game on a grand scale where there’s a point to all of this.
It’s hard when you’re struggling with grief and loss as I was. The world can seem terribly cruel. But even before I experienced trauma, I had episodes of darkness simply by reflecting on my reason for being alive.
When I have a revelation or an awakening and see that there’s no real point in any of it — that it’s all kinda made up — I slip back into a state of…
