And in the past year I've come to realise that at least some of my "positive attitude" is actually not positive at all but reflects a belief that it's terrifying and unthinkable to die, and that I mustn't ever allow it to happen to me. I've somehow slipped into viewing death as something to be staved off with willpower, which leaves me feeling almost totally responsible for keeping myself alive (ideally indefinitely). I guess it's a kind of superstitious belief, and since it demands constant vigilance it's exhausting. It's also quite scary (what if I'm not doing enough?), and it makes it hard to enjoy things (including being relatively well at the moment) in case I tempt fate by relaxing and thinking things are OK, and thus cause everything to go pear-shaped. And of course I'm setting myself up for failure, as - whether it's sooner or later, from cancer or something else - I will still die. (Obviously I've always known this intellectually, but I think I've been trying to convince myself that I can make sure it doesn't happen if only I eat the right food / do the right treatments / refuse to countenance the mere possibility....)
Although this attitude has probably served me reasonably well up to now, it's pretty hard work, and probably isn't the best use of my mental energy, especially at the moment. So I decided it was time to plunge into the murkier bits of my psyche, and signed up for a weekend workshop exploring death and dying, with the aim of facing the fears, making some kind of peace with the fact that we're all finite beings, and hopefully becoming able to live without constantly worrying about whether I'm fending off death well enough. I found the workshop very helpful, and although naturally it was quite intense at times, and certainly brought up a lot of emotions, it was very clearly life-affirming: what I took from it was that by accepting the fact of death, and the impossibility of knowing when it may come, it should be possible to live with less anxiety about it. Similarly, by no longer fighting the fact that everything's impermanent, and wasting energy worrying how long it'll be till things change, it becomes easier to fully enjoy things while they last. I'm not there yet, but I'm perhaps a few steps closer!
I also found it particularly helpful to remember that it's not just me who's facing this - yes, it may be that not many of my peers are thinking much about it right now, but being reminded that mortality is universal (not a tragedy which affects only poor little me) was something I found very reassuring and comforting. I think that being able to face doing the workshop at all was a significant step - previously I think I was afraid that if I accepted that death is inevitable (for us all), it would automatically mean giving up on life, or no longer seeing any point to living or fighting for health. (I've also found that people who care about me often have mixed feelings about me delving into this area, in case it's a sign of me "giving up hope" or in case it upsets me.) However I think it's probably more like the opposite - that acknowledging that death is natural and not a sign of failure allows one to embrace life more fully - and I found the weekend left me with quite a noticeable sense of relief. (The workshop's held a couple of times a year, so if anyone's interested in more details about it, let me know, or have a look at the website www.livinganddying.co.uk.)
I also found it particularly helpful to remember that it's not just me who's facing this - yes, it may be that not many of my peers are thinking much about it right now, but being reminded that mortality is universal (not a tragedy which affects only poor little me) was something I found very reassuring and comforting. I think that being able to face doing the workshop at all was a significant step - previously I think I was afraid that if I accepted that death is inevitable (for us all), it would automatically mean giving up on life, or no longer seeing any point to living or fighting for health. (I've also found that people who care about me often have mixed feelings about me delving into this area, in case it's a sign of me "giving up hope" or in case it upsets me.) However I think it's probably more like the opposite - that acknowledging that death is natural and not a sign of failure allows one to embrace life more fully - and I found the weekend left me with quite a noticeable sense of relief. (The workshop's held a couple of times a year, so if anyone's interested in more details about it, let me know, or have a look at the website www.livinganddying.co.uk.)
I must admit I didn't tell many people exactly what the course was about - it felt not quite the thing to drop into social chitchat! - and I'm aware that it's not only me who finds death a difficult topic, so I'm sorry if this post is hard to read (though I'm guessing no-one reads this blog for light entertainment!) So I'll do my usual smoothing-over in order to finish on a more cheery note (of course with some nice pictures): the course was held in the far west of Cornwall, and having never been to that part of the country before I took the opportunity to rent a self-catering apartment and stay a couple of nights longer. I hired a car and spent a day exploring Lands End, Penzance and St Ives. I loved the feel of the place, wild yet peaceful, and it was great having a bit of time to process things and let them settle before going back into mundane life.
View from my apartment over Cape Cornwall |
The coastal walk just north of Lands End |
St Ives harbour |
Spectacular sunset (no metaphorical meaning intended!) |