Whether the tunnel you are passing through is a short culvert or a seemingly endless passage through a mountain, an unpleasant task or a devastating crisis, the way through is always by knowing that there is always another side, that the claustrophobic tunnel cannot last forever.
What light do you see at the end of a difficult tunnel in your life?
That’s something I struggle with often. How do you know things are improving, versus “you’re just getting used to the darkness”?
I don’t see an end. I do see a few handholds that may or may not be strong enough to support me: starting to see a new therapist, trying out the few medications I haven’t tried yet, starting recorder lessons, etc.