I spent so long obsessed about my imminent death that never came... I got DP because of it.
But now DPs gone and obsessive rumination on death is gone to
f course, I'm hyper aware when I walk into a busy street. I'm not interested in dying any time soon but...
I've lost my brother, my father, and a lover. Those events are the most emotionally powerful and truly human experiences I know.
Death puts us all on the spot... it's best if we can let our grief flow out and through us as soon as possible, immediately is the ideal. It has a way of blocking us up our hearts and festering in our minds if we don't... making some of us mentally unstable, some depressed, and some emotionally frigid until we eventually figure out how to let go of it all completely.
Unfortunately for many of us humans, letting go/freedom from psychological bondage doesn't come til very late in the game... until the moment of our death, when all of us must let go of everything, shed our skin... entire lives lived with deadened, sublimated emotional pain.
My uncle spent the last few years of his life incapacitated by tears and terrible fear of his future death. Oxygen tank, lying in bed, crying. Totally sad.
But we all make that choice for ourselves...
But now DPs gone and obsessive rumination on death is gone to
f course, I'm hyper aware when I walk into a busy street. I'm not interested in dying any time soon but...I've lost my brother, my father, and a lover. Those events are the most emotionally powerful and truly human experiences I know.
Death puts us all on the spot... it's best if we can let our grief flow out and through us as soon as possible, immediately is the ideal. It has a way of blocking us up our hearts and festering in our minds if we don't... making some of us mentally unstable, some depressed, and some emotionally frigid until we eventually figure out how to let go of it all completely.
Unfortunately for many of us humans, letting go/freedom from psychological bondage doesn't come til very late in the game... until the moment of our death, when all of us must let go of everything, shed our skin... entire lives lived with deadened, sublimated emotional pain.
My uncle spent the last few years of his life incapacitated by tears and terrible fear of his future death. Oxygen tank, lying in bed, crying. Totally sad.
But we all make that choice for ourselves...
