Can you live with yourself?
‘We never lose our demons, Modo, we only learn to live above them’
Yesterday evening found me snuggled on the sofa ogling Benedict Cumberbatch in his role as Dr Strange. I thought I was winding down for the day, but then I heard ‘We never lose our demons, Modo, we only learn to live above them’. And (drum roll) the grey matter started ticking.
The truth of the matter is, we all have our personal demons. We all have parts of ourselves that we really don’t like. I’m not talking about droopy bums and beer bellies, but that part of our mind, those voices, that creep up unbidden at our worst moments to drag us down into the swamp, encompassing us in our own personal maze while we desperately seek a way, any way, out.
And all too often the journey to that ‘way out’ takes on a separate persona of its own. We blame others for the way we are feeling. Every little thing is a mini earthquake, each serving to wake up the slumbering volcano in us.
Sometimes, to cope, we might take drugs, drink, or bury ourselves in work. We treat others horribly, not realizing that our behaviour, really and truly, is a call for help. And if that help comes, we are unable to respond to it. We think that people are lying, that they don’t mean it, and all the awful emptiness that is us, reverberates to them…
