“In spite of its function as a reservoir for human darkness—or perhaps because of this—the shadow is the seat of creativity.” -Carl Jung
It’s been easy to live here lately, in the shadow. Jung says that the less the conscious mind recognizes the shadow side, the deeper and darker it becomes. I don’t know. It consumes me sometimes. Presses me down when I don’t ignore. That’s where I am now. Being pressed into the darkness…
Last year the ladies at work called me Pollyanna. I was the bright spot. I was the optimist. I was the one who cheered them up. I’ve lost my way back there.
I’ve been writing. I’ve been creating, but that just means I’m living in the darkness. I can’t take this. I was driving to work today near tears. I didn’t think I’d make it. I just wanted some time to wallow, to wade deeper into my darkness. I just wanted to sit and cry a while.
I buried it. I made it. Not a tear fell from these eyes today.