Part of the struggle is listening through the noise, the endless chattering of Elegiac and its kin.
The negative carries more weight than the positive. Criticism is easier to believe, to receive, over affirmation. My mind cycles through blow upon blow, Elegiac’s incessant pecking at my neck.
Elegiac likes to remind me of my inadequacies. Social Media plays on those with its endless notifications.
Did you post yet? Your friends haven’t heard from you in awhile.
Notifications remind me of what I am not getting done. Look at me. Click here. Go there.
So I have begun to remove myself from the sticky strands of the world wide web. I am scattered all over the place. Is it any wonder I do not feel whole? I have rediscovered the power of the delete button, the unsubscribe link, the cancel subscription choice.
I did not choose to have depression, but I do have a choice about what I will pay attention to. What I will participate in. Who or what I will follow. Where I will invest my life.
To ask the question, does this give me life?
Simply put, if something brings me down, bums me out, depresses me, enrages me, makes me feel inadequate, I must have the wherewithal to notice and then (newsflash!) stop doing it, listening to it, reading it, click, click, clicking on it!!
The constant clicking is what Elegiac would want me to do.
Yet I must resist.
I do not wish to desert the Master, to be led astray nip by subtle nip by distractions.
Can I honestly say each and every day as Simon Peter did,
“Lord, to whom would (I) go? Only You have the words of eternal life.”