Some elements of the dark night, as it has been for me:
Dismantling. A dismantling of “inner” and “outer” structures. A sense of my life falling apart, and an inner dismantling as well.
Wounds. A surfacing of wounds – especially from childhood, and also perhaps past lives and ancestral. These surface to be seen, felt and loved, and even recognized as love. They surface to heal, and to heal how I relate to them (from rejection to meeting with love).
Identifications. This seems to be central to (just about?) any dark night. I come face to face with identifications, and they wear off or are seen through. And sometimes, there is a great deal of struggle. Coming face to face with identifications, and having them soften or release, is also part of the dismantling and meeting wounds.