Depression isn’t pretty, it invades every sector of a persons life souring the things that once brought joy making them a source of torment rather than pleasure. Instead of seeing the joy of your beautiful tarot collection, you see the money spent, or the decks you couldn’t connect with. It’s a horrible monster that distorts your view of the good that does actually surround you.
I’ve battled with a form of PTSD on and off for a few years, mostly I am quite well, but anxious/stress panic moments occur and times when I feel like a failure, at these times I have what I call safety checks I have to perform. These feeling do always eventually invade my relationship with the tarot, making it seem foolish or futile. It makes just living hard, let alone anything else.
I think a lot of my problems stem from a childhood that was slightly chaotic, I have fairly low self-esteem. I keep trying to build myself up, without sounding bigheaded. I am good at tarot, I’m good at lots of stuff. And so are you.
I have a few tips for taroting when you are feeling this way (I’m not a doctor, please see a doctor – none of this constitutes medical advice).