Let me tell you about something I do every single day that most people would probably never think to try—yet it may be the most powerful mental health tool I’ve ever found. I sit down and I stare straight into a blinding fusion of white and ultraviolet light—10,000 lumens of it, all at once. Not a soft glow. Not a spa lamp. A wall of pure, searing photons. Both UV and white light, blasting together like the gates of heaven flung open.

At first, it feels a little like a joke. Like something your manic cousin would invent in his garage and tell you it “rewires your pineal gland.” But then, something happens. A shift. Not spiritual exactly—not right away—but neurological. You feel it in your skull. It’s like your brain opens a window and lets a breeze blow through the attic where all the dust has been collecting. Thoughts that used to clang around like a broken ceiling fan start spinning smoothly again. You breathe slower. Or faster. Doesn’t matter. You’re in it now.

I use this daily. Not just for seasonal depression or morning grogginess or whatever label someone might slap on it. I use it to clean house—mentally, emotionally, even spiritually. You know that static in your head, like mental interference? The anxious obsessions? The looped inner monologue that sounds like a car alarm you can’t shut off? The light cuts through it. Slices it open like a scalpel. You’re not escaping your thoughts—you’re facing them in full floodlight. But they don’t seem so big anymore. Just shadows cast on the wall of a now well-lit room.

Does it feel like getting high? A little. But not like you’re floating or dissociating. More like your brain takes a shower. That deep clean where you didn’t even realize how gross you’d gotten until the water ran clear. It feels like presence. Like being awake for the first time that day—even if you’ve already had three coffees.

Here’s the thing: Why do we let our bodies have routines, but we neglect the mind? We stretch. We shower. We brush our teeth. But do we flood the mind with clarity? Have you ever tried to dose yourself with conscious brightness?

What if depression isn’t always about darkness—but about a lack of contrast? What if anxiety is your brain clawing for sensory clarity, and all it’s getting is low-grade static and dim screens?

The science is there if you want it. Light affects serotonin, melatonin, circadian rhythm, dopamine, cortisol. But I’m not here to be a lab coat. I’m just telling you what happens when I let raw light into my nervous system like a supercharger for my soul.

Some might say it’s too much. That 10,000 lumens is excessive. But when your mind has been stuck in the gray fog of inner war for long enough, too much becomes just enough. We’re not meant to live under ceiling fans and blue light alone. Sometimes you need the artificial sun to crack your shell open.

So I ask you—what’s keeping you in the dim? Have you ever sat down with your face in front of truth so bright it made you squint at your own excuses? What if your next breakthrough isn’t in a pill or a program, but in a photon?

This isn’t a cure. It’s not magic. But it feels like something ancient and honest. Like stepping into a temple you didn’t know you built, right in your own mind.

Try it. Three minutes or so. Sit there and face the light. Let it burn through the noise. Let it make you feel something. And then ask yourself:
Why was I afraid of brightness?
What might I become if I let the light in every day?
And if nothing else—at least you’ll glow like the moon and sleep like the dead.
Because sometimes the path to mental clarity isn’t down… it’s up—into the light.