If you missed my previous posts on Anxiety, you can find them over here.
A couple of people wanted to know more about cognitive behavioural therapy but before I get into it, I have to let you know that I didn’t just dive into CBT off the get-go. When I started therapy, I was actually seeing the guy for my crumbling marriage and then ended up dealing with a lot of underlying crap I had burbling below the surface. Man, was it ever eye-opening.
Going through that kind of therapy is actually anxiety-inducing, and for me, I really needed to be medicated to just give me that extra bit of chill so that I could devote my energy and strength to dealing with my issues rather than recovering from repeated panic attacks. Staring into the truths of ourselves and our pasts has got to be one of the scariest things ever. Truth hurts.
So once I learned more about myself and why I act the way I do, I decided that I wanted to change a few things. Mainly? I wanted to be less fearful and anxious of every damn thing that crossed my path. But I had been pre-wired by DNA and life circumstances to act a certain way, so this was going to be a lot of work. I had to re-learn how to live. I had to change my wiring so that I’d act healthier, and that is cognitive behavioural therapy.
Imagine that all of a sudden we found out that we are to now stop at green lights and go through red ones. Can you imagine the chaos? And crashes? That’s a lot of PSLs on the floorboards. So now we need to re-wire our brains to go through red lights and stop at green ones. At first it would be extremely difficult because for so long it’s been automatic for us to stop at red and go through green.
Now attach some emotion to the wiring and it becomes 100% harder to change behaviours. But it can be done, if we can just see the big picture.
And the only way to see the big picture is to ask somebody else who has been there, who is one step ahead into the future and can hold our hands and say, “Hold on bitch, you’re going to get there and when you do, I’ll be waiting with wine, kittens and chocolate.”
Now, obviously my issues weren’t of the traffic light variety but I’ll get into them next week.
What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever found on your floorboards?