The Dark Night Of My Soul
Finding my way through the scariest ordeal of my life.

Can I hope to survive this ordeal? Will I be able to see beyond this crisis?
Will I recognize what the Universe is beckoning me to understand about my life and who I really am?
Can I put my money where my mouth is and finally fully let go, surrender to the path before me, and truly live by the notion that I am not this body? And that I am not even this mind?
Can I even see that these questions are being put to me for reasons beyond my current conscious awareness?
These have been all the questions I’ve been asking myself as I navigate through a frightening health emergency with my right eye.
The details of this situation are irrelevant. It’s not even about my eye at this point. Instead, this ordeal has become about the irreversible path it has put my soul on.
My life doesn’t feel the same.
While I can still hear the chatters of fear coming through loud and clear from my mind about losing my vision or the uncertainty of the future, I also hear the warming echoes of my soul prompting me to stand tall and commit further to my spiritual path.
Part of me what’s to curl in a ball and break down. The other part wants to sink back into the ocean and submerge my entire being into the tidal waves of destruction.
If this is what it takes, then let the ravaging awaken my soul and demolish any former identification of my physical self.
Call me dramatic if you will, but give me meaning or give me nothing at all. Give me wisdom, insight, and inspiration, or let’s call it day. I rather be living for something than merely be alive.
My life has to mean something.
I know I was put here on this earth for a reason, just as we all are.
My entire life has been a non-stop journey for meaning. To find it, experience it profoundly, and live some facet of a meaningful existence. And while I’ve been “too deep” for my own good at times, it is who I have always been.
I can’t turn it off even if I tried. It’s in my soul.
Getting lost in the depths of finding the truth about my existence comforts and soothes me, especially when my physical world turns into an unmitigated disaster.
This is my path. This is my Sadhana.
Repeated inquiry into existentialism is what awakens the soul and ignites an inner life one never knew existed or had the guts to look at it. But it also shines a light on the darkness of one’s humanity — that ugly shadow of cruelty, shame, and despair that exists deep within each of us.
Sometimes this awareness happens by persistently doing our own inner work of confronting the shadow, but most of the time, it comes in the form of crisis. And in my case, this ordeal with my right eye has caused my shadow to emerge and take center stage. This has become the dark night of my soul.
What is the Dark Night of the Soul?
The dark night of the soul doesn’t occur when you lose a job, get ghosted by someone you were dating, or when some condition in the world is not the way you want it to be.
The dark night of the soul is something else altogether.
It’s the dissolution of a part of your old identity held onto by the ego’s death grip. It’s characterized by:
- The destruction of who you believed yourself to be or who you desired yourself to be.
- An obliteration of what you understood as the point of our life.
- A never turning back moment that shifts your current paradigm about your existence and makes most things that forever seemed important not to matter anymore.
- It’s when old principles don’t make sense anymore, and you are waiting for new ones to arrive to help you navigate reality.
However, those new paradigms and principles you yearn to cling to remain unknown. It’s as if you are in a state of limbo: psycho-spiritually naked within reality, waiting for a new sense of who you are to emerge.
The dark night of the soul rains fire and brimstone, leaving us feeling frightened and powerless.
However, that storm also brings meaning and becomes the epicenter of truth and wisdom.
Happy Endings?
Let’s be clear though: this is not about happy endings or reaching some blissed-out state. Too often, stories about personal crisis are designed to highlight how “in the end” it all worked out for the best, and now everything is hunky-dory.
In the world of online influencers and social media darlings, overcoming personal hardship has been glorified as the gateway to a marvelous life of fame and fortune in which life is a non-stop blast. Some online spiritual influencers will even sensationalize such struggles as some pathway to enlightenment.
That’s stuff made for fairytales and Instagram stories. Because real life usually doesn’t work out the way.
The self-help industry and social media will always sell you a picture of beauty and triumph in the aftermath of adversity. But I have nothing to sell you other than this humble truth: Life is about consciousness, awakening to the truth of what you really are while sorting through the good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful.
It’s about recognizing the glimmers of serenity from the skid marks of cruelty — all in the hopes of uncovering that your existence means something greater than it did five years ago, five weeks ago, and even five minutes ago.
I know mine does.
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