I’ve been doing my best to bring awareness to my stray thoughts, to see what it is I need to spend quality time doing. I often seem to go on adventures in my mind. Examples: I might be some sort of agent for a shadow organization gathering intelligence. I’ve been a wanderer in what I think is old Ireland. I’ve been a doctor working in epidemiology and I’ve been patient zero. I live all of these tales, all of these of lives, in my inner world.
There’s something woven deep into every story. Some element of mystery. Usually, I’m undercover or avoiding detection. I always seem to be under the guise of looking for answers. It’s not the answers that I get, but what I learn in pursuit of the truth, which keeps me coming back. I replay different scenarios, play different roles, and I learn by seeing how things unfold. It’s akin to orchestrating a masterpiece and seeing how everything fits together, from each musician’s point of view as well as the conductor’s. Sometimes I am able to sit back and enjoy it as the audience, but generally, I am analyzing—constructing and deconstructing.
To be perfectly clear, this is the area where treatment helps the most. It helps me to focus less on analysis and focus more on the present. I tend to get stuck somewhere between wanting to do things and actually doing them. So I am working on shortening the want phase and hopping directly to the action phase. I have been successful in doing this with school work, trails, drawing, reading, and writing. I do it in small bursts. I get a rebound of doubt and despair. The harder it pushes back, the more I push back and keep doing what I’m doing.
This has resulted in feeling caged. To be fair, the cage is open and I keep coming back. In fact, sometimes I don’t leave the cage at all. I don’t see the point in it. Broken-spirited at times. Now, it’s like I’m pacing back and forth inside my open cage. I feel torn apart by the desire to charge out and never look back, and the feeling of just dying in my cage to be done with suffering. Then the introject kicks in, sounding very reasonable: Life is suffering. Your suffering will follow you everywhere. Just be done with it.
Indeed. Just be done with it. I agree wholeheartedly. At the same time, there’s this enthusiasm that bristles in me when I think of the possibilities. What if I traveled to another country? What if I found a way to get by and maybe even know comfort? What if I was on my own and doing well? I could never know these things if I were to just be done with it. I have felt most alive in environments where I was the odd one out. There’s this excitement to learning in real-time with actual people. It isn’t like learning from a book or a TV program. Assimilating is a bit of a fright and a delight.
So many things could go wrong, but there’s an intuition that most people share. A knowingness that someone means no harm and people react most often with kindness. Sometimes cruelty results, but that is less often the case. By focusing on the potential (all potential), it puts perceived threats into perspective and shows the opportunities.