I am not trying to offend anyone. The more I think of Advaita the more frightening and painful it feels to me. It's this fact that the particular individual I am, my personality, memories, relationships and history is ultimately not what I truly am and is just a misidentification. That I truly am just Brahman, that individuality is not real and just ignorance. That all these beautiful things around you, this whole world is just not real, it is like a dream or avidya/ignorance/mithya/unreal and only Brahman is real, even your individual identity is not real. Family, relationships, music, art, nature, food and ordinary experiences are ultimately something to be transcended because according to Advaita they aren't fulfilling and even cause more suffering, I find that extremely dark.
The individual that I consider myself will not continue, the answer that "I was never that individual in the first place, nothing is lost because you were always Brahman" seems even more sad to me.
I like being attached, I like plurality and the sheer variety and different colours this world has, I like the little fun things in life, the hobbies, games, sports, etc only to hear that worldly pleasures aren't fulfilling and need to be shed away and all of these things are unreal. I wish I hadn't read all this because then the thought that this game, job, this whole world is unfulfilling wouldn't even have come in my mind, plenty of people lead full lives engaged in their work and hobbies without thinking more about them, but now that I have come across this I cannot ever go back to that. This makes moksha especially frightening. If liberation means relinquishing identification with the body, mind, ego, desires, that this world is so painful that all you can do is let go and identify only with Brahman.
I also struggle deeply with maya / jagat mithya. I understand that “the world is mithya” does not simply mean nonexistent, but if Brahman alone is absolutely real, what is the ultimate status of the people I love, their lives, relationships, memories, human history, art, beauty and everything else that gives individual existence its content? The dream analogy doesn't help me: even if something is ultimately unreal, suffering within the experience can still be completely real to the one experiencing it.
I don't get what is the point of this great amount of suffering in this world, I don't find Advaita's answer satisfying, saying "who is actually suffering?" And "Brahman doesn't suffer" even if something is ultimately unreal, suffering within the experience can still be completely real to the one experiencing it. When I wake up from a nightmare, I feel bad about it even when awake. If suffering is because of avidya/ignorance then isn't there always someone that is in ignorance?
Ordinary life is built around relationships, family, work, creativity, knowledge, hobbies and building a future, yet the highest ideal seems to involve progressively relinquishing attachment to these things. If everyone reached complete liberation, would there even be a reason to continue reproduction, civilization, art, entertainment, ambition or ordinary human projects?
What frightens me is that Advaita may be offering exactly the opposite of what I desperately want from spirituality. I want reality to preserve consciousness, personhood, love, relationships and the particular lives of people. I want the person I am now, and the people I love, to be more than temporary appearances that are ultimately transcended.
Worldly pleasures, attachment, identification with the body are treated as things to overcome, while liberation is presented as the true purpose of human birth. Taken literally, this can make life, birth, desire, relationships and ordinary human happiness seem like things to escape rather than preserve. How is this any different from western philosophical pessimism which considers even birth a negative because that is the start of all sufferings.
I was born in a very traditional Indian Hindu family and as a child believed that I would go to heaven after death, meet all the different Gods and meet all my loved ones there. All that is shattered now. I wish I could believe in it again but I can't. No one is coming to save us. All of this has left me with a disturbing feeling that the universe is fundamentally not in favour of human beings and goes against nearly every instinct we have. We instinctively want to live, remain ourselves, love particular people, preserve memories and create things, yet the deepest philosophy I've encountered seems to tell me these instincts are based on a fundamental misunderstanding.
I don't find “it's the ego that is afraid,” “don't be attached,” or “you are already Brahman” sufficient answers. Whenever I think about all of this I feel a very sharp dread, an existential crisis. My days are spent in this existential malaise, distracting myself with things to not look at the scary truth.