You know what it feels like when you should feel something but you don't. When good news arrives and instead there's just — nothing. A flatness. A distance from your own life.
Long ago, there was a young woman who also knew what it meant to descend into a place where feeling itself seemed to disappear. She was gathering flowers in a sunlit meadow when the earth suddenly opened beneath her feet. In one breath she was in the light. In the next, she was falling into darkness — into the underworld itself.
In that realm of shadows, even emotions begin to fade. The numbness isn't a choice. It's the nature of that place. A disconnection from feeling. From knowing what you want. From recognising yourself.
But here's where the story becomes extraordinary. She didn't just survive the underworld. She learned to rule there. She became the Queen — not by choice at first, but by necessity. And then, by recognition of her own power.
When Hades offered her pomegranate seeds, she ate them. Not a trick — a choice. A decision to claim the depth as well as the surface. Her name was Persephone.
And so the seasons were born. When Persephone descends, autumn arrives. The world grows quiet. And when she returns each spring, the earth explodes into bloom again.
Perhaps there's a rhythm in you too. Times when the descent happens. And then — gradually — you return to ease. The pattern repeats.
This isn't a flaw in you. It's not something broken. It's the necessary movement between different states of being.
Persephone became a goddess because she learned to inhabit both worlds. She integrated the darkness. Made it part of her power.
May your Spring always find you.
