Pain is inevitable, suffering is not.
Tuesday, April 1st, 2008When I visited with my father the other day. He was back in his room with the door closed. I knocked but he didn’t answer, so I slid the pocket door open (I love those things) and saw him sitting in a chair in the dark just staring in to space. I always wonder what, if anything, he’s thinking about when I find him like that. Is he going over his life or just zoning out?
At 4:37 a.m. I woke up to my mind jumping from thought to thought. As I lay there trying to go back to sleep there was a loud bang in the house. It had snowed all day and was very cold so I thought a water pipe may have frozen & burst in the basement under my bed. I had unhooked the garden hoses over a month ago and insulated the area so this was really unlikely but it just shows you how a black dog seizes on any little thing and turns it to the negative. The bang was probably some part of the house settling or my dog in another part of the house knocking over something.
Many people are desperate for something to quiet their mind so they try therapy, medication (prescribed or not), Yoga, etc. They may even try excessive amounts of work, exercise or some other activity in the hopes that if they distract themselves long enough their mind will stop racing around and settle down. To varying degrees some of these things may work but others make things worse.
You may not think that becoming more aware of your thoughts is a good thing. The black dog makes sure that you’re painfully aware of the thoughts racing around your head and the last thing you want to do is pay more attention to them. What I have found though is that the understandable tendency we have to avoid unpleasantness, whether it’s thoughts or situations, actually causes our anxiety to grow. With more anxiety comes deeper despair and even more desire to run away from what’s bothering us. Like a child afraid of what’s in their closet at bedtime. The fear will remain until the light is turned on and mom, dad or the child opens the door all the way and plainly sees what they thought was a monster is really just shadows of some clothes or a toy or a product of their imagination.