01/07/2025
The natural voice and the synthetic voice:
January 7th, 2024
I have come to believe that if we were to be sycronized with the rhythms of season and daylight, many of our ailments would alleviate themselves.
It is just within the last century or so that we have made for ourselves perpetual synthetic light, and by that light we have made it the societal norm to push ourselves to be as productive on the days with the least amount of sunlight and the coldest weather as we are on the days with the most light and warmth.
For the last 30 years, January-mid March or so, I have annually battled a very deep depression that makes existence painful. But the records I have kept in my journals have left me a pathway through:
That if I listen to the natural promptings of my body, the natural voice, while I still the synthetic voice of self critique, then I am able to suffer bearably.
The natural voice prompting says “sleep. Sleep a lot. Conserve your energy. Be still. Hold space for thoughts and feelings. Even those scary ones.”
The synthetic voice, the one pushed on and into me says “You are lazy. In your laziness you are unlovable. If you cannot produce or provide then you are not fit to exist.”
My profession has confirmed for me that I am not the only one who hears the synthetic voice. Not only do many of us hear it, we judge others by it, and shame those who are already depleted.
If you are constrained to bed in the agony of your need for rest while at war with the expectation of perpetual production, then rest. Please rest. Rest until you cannot stand it anymore. And when you cannot stand it anymore then do.
And if you find that people are in opposition to your rest, then you will discover that they do not come to you with love for you but rather from a place of their own need of you. People needing you is not the same thing as people loving you.