The Dark Corner of my Soul
Years ago a wise man taught me that "Depression is anger turned inward". Today I often ask… Why did I let that happen? How can I prevent that from happening again? The best anger is experienced when we finally take responsibility for the things that we allow to exist by stopping the blame game. Power is given not obtained, so that which has power over us is being empowered by us. Ungrateful people who complain day after day have chosen to empower their dark side. Do I have a dark side? Of course! Today I make a choice not to dwell within the dark corner of my soul lest I empower it to produce destructive results upon my life.
What initially leads many to Christianity is dysfunction. I used to be a Christian. I became a Christian in my childhood. I was ridiculed as an over weight child and ruthlessly terrorized by bullies. In the middle of this interpersonal struggle my severely handicapped little sister was born. As the bullies at school tortured me I was already being tortured inside my heart watching my new little sister endure risky surgeries and tests at the hospital. At a very important developmental time in my life my vulnerabilities shaped into the perfect victim for fundamental Christianity. At a time when I desperately needed a self esteem boost Christianity told me that god accepted a pitiful mess like me. The god of Christianity became the pimp and I became the whore. Thank God that today I am no longer that victim. Today I use my painful past to connect with the pain of others and free them from bondage.
In the dark corner of my soul I found perfectionism. The form of perfectionism I battle leads one not to play at all for he would rather sit on the sidelines then play an imperfect game. When we expose a demon in our soul it becomes our teacher on its way out the door. It is sad the way perfectionism holds people hostage on the sidelines of life. Perfectionism keeps many people from living out their purpose. Our dysfunction make us vulnerable to both the trappings of extremism and addiction. Christianity made it easy for me to sit in the church pew on the sidelines because the self described experts were there to play the game. In my mind I pictured the day when I too would be an expert behind the pulpit and no longer be a spectator sitting in the church pew. My demons taught me that abusers use hope as a tool to manipulate people. I learned that I was never on the sidelines to begin with.
My life has been a journey to the dark corners of my soul. I have been beaten into shape by my demons. When we face our demons they teach us to dwell in the light. When we ignore our demons they have complete control over us. I have had destructive times in my life where I chose to love the darkness of misery. Misery loves company because the ego is easily insulted by those who contradict our excuses to be miserable. This is why we find herds of miserable people together drinking their sorrows away. Miserable people deeply resent happy people because behind ones misery they are protecting an excuse that empowers misery. Some people are afraid to be happy because of what happiness means. To some happiness means letting go of a dream, an addiction, a religion or for some of the unemployed it means facing their fear of rejection and going on job interviews. Being miserable is far easier then being happy, so some choose misery by building a case to be miserable. If you want to piss off a person who loves misery start jeopardizing the excuses they use to be miserable.
