A tale from the dark side
A constant companion in my life has been a dark hole of despair. This feeling is not unusual for people who have suffered the types of neglect, abuse or abandonment that I did as a child. In my case (and many others) it gave rise to compulsive avoidance behaviour with drugs (I include alcohol), sex, falling in love, work - in fact anything that would help me “escape” that empty sense of despair. The strangest aspect of all this was that I was not aware that I was trying to escape anything; I just felt a compulsive need to always be “doing something”. There were many days, during many years…