Hope for Depression
One of the many roles I have in my practice is coaching other coaches. I serve a role as their first practice client. I play a role where I go in and out of character...meaning that I ask them questions to which I already know the answer...but which I also know a first time client will typically ask. I also give them as much of myself as I can as a real client.
When they work on beliefs with me, I give them a real belief to work on. I do this for two reasons.
First I want them to be able to feel the joy of really helping someone have a realization about something and secondly, so I can continue to have those realizations and as a result continue to grow.
Last week, I gave a client a belief that was one of my deepest Core Negative Beliefs about myself, "I am not worthy." The coach ran the belief on me and during the course of her doing this, I re-discovered a well of emotion that nearly overwhelmed me in session.
Because I knew on an intellectual level that I could not just lose it in session with her and because we were near the end of our session anyway, I wrapped things up, gave her feedback and then hung up.
I sat there for a few moments and allowed these memories to flood my mind. As I have posted before, many years ago I laid in an ICU bed having just been given a pretty dire diagnosis by their Chief Internist. He told me that he saw three outcomes for me...that I might not live, that I might lose my left leg at mid-thigh or that I may never walk again.
I was in the Navy at the time and had called home to let them know what was happening to me.
My parents had divorced when I was two and so I had to call both my mom and my dad. Both told me that they couldn't afford to come and see me.
I tried to explain how serious it was, but again I was told by both that they couldn't come.
When the doctor walked into my room later, he asked me if my parents were coming. I just shook my head. He said, "Did you explain to them that you may not live? Did you tell them what I told you about your options?"
I nodded yes and as he stared at me in disbelief, I felt all of the abandonment and sadness in my life rushing back over me.
I remember thinking, "I don't want to be here any more. This hurts too much."
I was hooked up to a variety of monitors and did not feel like I could express what I was feeling inside. I also had long ago stopped giving myself permission to cry about anything anyway, so as I had done all of my life, I just swallowed all of those feelings.
In doing so, it was simply too much for me.
I felt like I didn't matter to anyone and that I didn't belong here any longer. I know that my fever went up that night and I was told that I almost died. I was unresponsive to whatever they tried to do with me.
At some point the next day, I awoke. The feeling of dread and sorrow had left me and I woke up with a new sense of purpose. I felt like since I woke up, I must still be here for a reason.
Yet last week, all of those buried emotions came rushing back. I felt once again the tremendous sadness of how I felt not only in that bed, but of all the times I had felt abandoned in my life. The emotions were so great, I could barely function and I slipped into a depression.
Even with all of the tools I have at my disposal, I could not shake how I felt. That lasted for three days until finally, instead of replaying the events in my mind and continuing to think all of those painful thoughts...I just let myself FEEL it.
I closed my eyes and scanned my body with my awareness. I found pockets of pain in different areas of my body and I started breathing into each one. As I did, the pain would lessen some. It helped, but it was not enough to really shake me out of this.
I prayed, asked God for an answer and then went back to my meditation. In a meditation last night just before I went to bed, God gave me a different method. I was reminded that "no two things can occupy the same space at the same time."
So what I realized is that feelings of sadness and hurt occupied space within me and if I wanted to change that, I had to allow Love into those places.
I imagined myself surrounded by the Light and Love of God. Then I saw myself taking in a breath and seeing this Light come within me. In seeing this, I saw the Light that was already within me and then watched that light start to grow. I felt for those areas that still felt painful and sent light to those areas. I felt myself start to Love those areas...to feel Love there.
I imagined myself in that hospital bed and instead of seeing myself as alone, I imagined myself surrounded by angels.
I took myself back to the other painful areas in my life and saw my guardian angel always there with me and suddenly I felt comforted.
I realized that what I really needed in all of those situations wasn't necessarily a parent's touch or presence. What I needed was to feel safe...and loved.
I realized that my parents gave me what they had to give and while I may never understand the reason that they could not come and see me while I was in that hospital, I realized there was a greater reason for me.
Perhaps if they had, I would have continued to depend on them for my feelings of safety and security. By them not showing up, I started a path to seek it elsewhere. I started to look to God to provide what I needed.
Over the years, I had allowed little bits of God within me...as much as I felt I deserved. But in unearthing this belief, I realized that I deserved so much more than I had ever allowed.
I realized I deserved Love and that God had always been with me in each of my darkest moments.
In learning to turn to God in my "dark night of the soul," I offer hope to others.
There is safety and security waiting for you. There is the Love you seek waiting for you.
But I have learned that God will not choose it for me. He allows me to make that choice for myself.
I am still allowing God into these dark areas that I have kept hidden away for so long. Fortunately, I also have tools that I am using to help me create different thoughts and beliefs to replace the ones that no longer work for me.
But in what I learned this week, I offer hope to those of you who may be struggling with depression. There is Hope and you do not have to be on a pill for the rest of your lives.
You can learn to replace your sadness with Peace and your pain with Love.
For as I have learned this week. Love truly does heal ALL.
Namaste
Jeff

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