Scouting your underlash
So I’ve got this weird thing that happens to me. Maybe you’ll understand, maybe you won’t.
You see, I have a hair the same consistency and color as my eyelashes that grows right under my lower eyelid under my left eye. Because of my genetic mutation (red hair), I have light blonde eyelashes, so my “underlash,” as I call it, is almost imperceptible to others, but I know it’s there. And, when it grows, I can see it most of the time in my field of vision. It’s like that fly that buzzes around and lands on the movie screen, that, once you notice it, it’s all you watch for the rest of the movie. I keep trimming my underlash or plucking it, but it always comes back.
Don’t you hate those kinds of things? Not underlashes–though they are infuriating. I’m talking about (in a more general sense) those things that follow us wherever we go (seen or unseen) that impede us from success. It could be the doubting voice in your head, convincing you that you’ll never be good enough. Maybe it’s someone else’s achievements with which you constantly compare yourself.
My underlash is a literal underlash, but my figurative underlash is anxiety and depression. Yay! I’ve officially struggled with them for over three years now. These conditions, like the extra eyelash growing under my eye, are almost impossible for others to see, but they’re with me all the time. Through counseling, daily practices and medication I’m able to limit anxiety and depression, but they’re always there, lurking under the surface, looking for opportunities to take me down.