In the Hero’s Journey that I see most often in stories, the hero, driven by great need, leaves the safety of the familiar and ventures into the dark places of the world. I’d always thought that would be the way of it for me. Wow, was I wrong.
My version has been more of a reveal that I’ve been in the dark forest all along, and for some time. I’ve been going through my life imagining otherwise. More of a Matrix situation, or living with the Lotus Eaters of Homer’s Odyssey. There’s been a grand and messy reveal. I’ve been Quantum Leaped into my own body. Oh boy.
But I’m here now. The lotus flower has been wrested from my hand, and I cannot go back to the way things were. This is a one-way trip.
I find myself sitting in the beautiful wreckage of my own life, scanning the inner and outer horizons, getting a sense of this reality. There are dangers that repulse me and luminous things that make me weep with delight.
I find that I have more power and capability than I ever imagined. A decade of fighting with depression and self-forgetting has somehow sneakily forged me into a badass. That’s the other half of losing the lotus – the full nature of the forest is revealed, but also the glamor of my life has dissolved, and I see that I have, and always have had, the wits and weapons and heart to make my way.