Building a Life Worth Living – Shame: A Mind Killer


The loss of it is like the sky spread over everything…Pride.

Not the kind that church-goers will tell you your full of when your opinion differs from theirs and they’ve no valid argument to rebut the ideas you’ve proposed.  I’ve been there too.  No, I’m talking about a general sense of being.  My “Condition” renders me utterly helpless in the oddest and silliest situations.  And I’m as a child lost in crowd…frozen and full of fear.  I’ve been halfheartedly reading through C.S. Lewis’ “A Grief Observed”.  The following passages are of his observation and describe more perfectly, more pointedly and more eloquently than any meager attempt I might endeavor…

“I almost prefer the moments of agony.  These are at least clean and honest.  But the bath of self-pity, the wallow, the loathesome sticky-sweet pleasure of indulgin it – that disgusts me…

And no one ever told me of the laziness of grief.  Except at my job-where the machine seems to run on much as usual.  I loathe the slightest effort.  Not only writing, but reading a letter is too much.  Even Shaving.  What does it matter now whether my cheek is rough or smooth?  They say an unhappy man wants distractions – something to take him out of himself.  Only as a dog-tired man wants an extra blanket on a cold night; he’d rather lie there shivering than get up and find one.  it’s easy to see why the lonely become untidy, finally, dirty and disgusting.”

I sometimes think that shame, senseless shame, does as much toward preventing good acts and straightforward happiness as ay of our vices can do.

Are these jottings morbid?  I once read the sentence “I lay awake all night with toothache thinking about toothache and about lying awake.  That’s true to life.  Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery’s shadow of reflection; the fact that you don’t merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer.  I not only live each day in endless grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.  Do these notes merely aggravate that side of it?

An odd byproduct of my loss is that I’m aware of being an embarrassment to everyone I meet.  At work, at the club, in the street, I see people, as they approach me, trying to make up their minds whether they’ll say something about it or not.  I hate it if they do, and if they don’t”

There is no way to put it plainer and harsher than that.  The Dilectic here is that while much of what was just read isn’t true – meaning, i’m not an embarrassment to everyone I meet for example, the emotion of it is there none-the-less, so while it may not BE true it still FEELS true and is therefore all the more real.  Now, before anyone out there tries to shove that “the Joy of the Lord is your strength” crap down my throat.  I KNOW!  I read too!  And it’s nice sounding, but when you get to where I’m at, when you can’t see how you’ll make it through another day, you don’t want to hear that.  Instead, I turn to Moses, Job, PAUL, and the Lord Jesus himself, whom were ALL depressed to the point of DEATH, meaning suicidal.  So, don’t tell me christians don’t feel this way and don’t tell me everything’s going to be OK.  You don’t know that.  But, I’ll hold on, I’ll follow him, I’ll endure whatever cross I must bare because HE DESERVES THE REWARD FOR HIS SUFFERING!  Christ didn’t come and die for my comfort.  So health, wealth and prosperity pushers, RE-READ your Bible IN CONTEXT, especially those words in red.

And that is my rant for today…you’re welcome!

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