Picture a huge cement room. Huge. Like 30′ by 30′. Every two feet throughout the room on the floor, in a grid pattern, is a water spout. So you can shoot water up into the air like they do at Disneyland.
Big cement room, water spouts spitting into the air every 2′ in a grid pattern. You with me?
Now, above this room there is a raised platform walkway. It isĀ barely big enough for you to walk on. There are no hand rails.
It is definitely not 2′ wide, so it runs maze-like in between the jets of water.
But the trouble is, the water kinda sprays sideways at the top. And the platform is just high enough that you are on eye level with the top of the spray. That is coming sideways at you from every direction.
The different jets of water are different emotions.
You don’t really know which really strong jet of water is going to hit you in the face next. All you know is that it is inevitable. And you have no way out of this room unless you walk the maze. And you get no support.
Go.
You are going to go from happiness to sadness in a breath. You will go from feeling like you have everything in the world to live for to thinking that you cannot bear this pain for one millisecond longer; you have to kill yourself–now. You will go from feeling excited about upcoming plans (always plans to look forward to–otherwise not enough reason to not commit suicide) to feeling like you are stupid for ever trying anything at all. You are a failure. You should die. You are evil. You should die.
Then you are ok again. Just because another burst of water hit you.
And you have no control over any of this.
Run, run as fast as you can.
This is beautiful. Thank you.
You are welcome.
Excellent analogy!