There Is Always Light At The End Of The Tunnel Essay

As Proverbs reminds us – “There is light at the end of the tunnel.”

Yet the tunnel fills us with a darkness so deep, we are left breathless, hopeless and lost in our suffering. It’s a black hole of hopelessness.

When you’re inside that tunnel and the darkness is all you can see and feel, it’s difficult to imagine there may be hope. The darkness can suck all the life out of you, and take you further than feeling lost, desolate, disconsolate – sadly some are nipped or engulfed by thoughts of suicide.

The tunnel is the feeling of falling. The darkness is falling into oblivion.

When you’re in the tunnel, you can’t see any light.

If you’re there, take time out, be patient, and seek help wherever you can find it. Suffering alone makes the whole experience of despair deeper. There is help available, and there are those who do understand.

The light at the end of the tunnel is no illusion; the tunnel is. The tunnel is the illusion of separation, the illusion of being alone, the illusion of being lost.

“We are all on the same path… Our separation from each other is an illusion of consciousness.” ~ Albert Einstein

Life is an imperfect experience, a journey that, for everyone, contains light and dark aspects. Suffering is part of growth.

There are choices to be made about whether to focus on the tunnel, or take positive active steps to shift into the light. Yet, I understand that in the tunnel, it feels hopeless, and it feels like there is no choice. I’ve been there. There is no judgment in the tunnel of despair. How can one judge another’s suffering?

Darkness imprisons us in fear, love liberates us from the tunnel of despair.

I believe we do have power to overcome suffering, although it may not always disappear. Until one reaches one’s last breath, there will still be a new sunrise on the horizon, a new day, a new breath, something to look forward to.

In the tunnel, the world makes no sense, and we are brought to a place we would do anything to avoid. Yet, the tunnel is there, it lies relentlessly in our consciousness like a noose held tightly around our neck. We feel strangled by fear and loss.

The dark tunnel is the strangulation – it feels like one cannot breathe – one has nowhere to go but to vanish and be swallowed up into the earth’s abyss.

The vacuum is not the end of the road. There is a new beginning and a new hope, a new light around the corner. Stay present to the breath….

Some Helpful Suggestions:

    • Take a moment outside to connect to the ground preferably barefoot, and hug a tree, take some deep breaths and keep breathing deeply as long as you can. Don’t think of anything, just focus on your breath.
    • Go for regular walks in nature. If you can get a friend or partner to join you, even better.
    • Find ways to take small positive actions like connecting with an old friend, going for a walk, going to an exercise class, doing something you enjoy.
    • Reach out to others who understand and can support you.
    • Don’t give up on the light. There are people and organisations who can help. Keep moving forward even if you have to force yourself to consciously take it one step at a time.
    • Reach out your hand, reach out your hand. Give hope a chance.

Dedicated to those amongst us who may be feeling the pain of darkness. Please share with those who may be suffering with depression, confusion or loss. Somebody may benefit from your caring intervention.

Remember, we are all one.

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David G. Arenson ND, Australia’s Leading Soul-Coach, Keynote Speaker and Healer
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They say you will marry someone just like your father. Is it true? Elayne S. of Berkley, California says “When you grow up familiar with a certain type of person, you’re attracted to that same type of person because it feels comfortable whether you like it or not.”

As a survivor of domestic violence, I lived my life like an immense secret, a colossal lie. I always put on a smile and made everything appear and sound great. No one ever knew the dark place that I really lived in. Judith J. wrote in an essay that “we need to share our truth and be true to ourselves.” I will share my truth in hopes of helping someone else.

There was no sunshine, no pretty flowers, no color. Just a dark place. I was good at pretending, and fooling people almost made me smile inside. I would walk away feeling a sense of satisfaction thinking to myself that this was the one thing I was good at. Pretending, no one ever knew…until my daughter was born. My Light.

When my daughter was born, my fear became even stronger. I had to protect her. I had to keep her safe. I shielded her as best as I could, but the reality of it was, she knew. She was growing up in it. A certain look from me told her to “run and hide.” Another look said “put a smile on.” Yet another look, “just don’t speak!” There were a million different looks, a million different secrets. We could communicate with our eyes, my daughter and I, we still can to this day.

With the realization of what was happening to my daughter, I somehow found the strength and courage to do the hardest thing in my life, leave my abuser. Some would argue, what’s so hard about that!? Well, you have to be in that place to understand, but with the amazing love and support of my family, I did just that, I left.

For a long time, it still felt dark. I did not understand how to live without fear, but in time, something wonderful happened…I could breathe! The egg shells that I walked on for so long had disappeared, and I stood on solid ground . I was able to speak freely, without having to think first, I could spill my tea and just clean it up.

I found the sunshine, and all of the pretty flowers, and I discovered more colors than I ever knew existed. For the first time in my life, I began to live. I made friends, I set goals for myself, and I did not have to pretend anymore. I began to understand that I am worth something.

My whole life had been a disappointment. And disappointment was my friend. I knew him well and I was use to him. But I have since learned to “Carve a tunnel of hope through the dark mountain of disappointment.” As Martin Luther King Jr. so elegantly put it, and that is what I do now.

And so I will be strong, I will not be afraid, I will be independent, I will be a good role model, and I will not be a victim. I will succeed at whatever I do. Whether I succeed at finishing a puzzle, or I succeed at finishing my education…I will succeed, because I can, because I have to. I will succeed for My Light.

In the writings of Plato it is stated that writing is “not a recipe for memory, but for reminding.” I am reminded of this, the statistics from the Bureau of Justice say that on average, more than three women are murdered by their husbands or boyfriends in this country every day. I believe that we all have an inner strength. I believe that we all have the ability to accomplish our goals and ambitions. Some of us need some reminding of that, but I believe that we just need to learn how to believe in ourselves and find the light that will open our eyes to that truth.

And so I am brought to the phrase…There is a light at the end of the tunnel. A whole new life that is better than you ever imagined. What does that mean? Well, it could mean something different for everyone. It could mean a fabulous career, financial freedom, a big house. Or it could simply mean that you can breathe and spill your tea.

Some people get stuck in the tunnel and never make it out. I made it out, and the darkness is gone.

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