When you ask me why I'm feeling down, my mind skips over all the proximal causes, jumping straight to the ultimate causes - which are nebulous at best. That's where I get confused. I know the triggers but not the hand that squeezes.
But, talking about the triggers would probably show the hand.
I need to stop that. When my mind skips ahead, I need to trace the route back.
I want to start that conversation, but find myself lacking the words. Even when you ask, I don't know how to respond.
...except, I do know how. So, what's stopping me?
[I'm such a visual person] When I look inwards to identify what's blocking me, I picture a web-like wall between me and my words - they're there, just beyond the haze, screaming at me, too fast to catch. Maybe all that stops me is the horror of walking through cobwebs.
But, talking about the triggers would probably show the hand.
I need to stop that. When my mind skips ahead, I need to trace the route back.
I want to start that conversation, but find myself lacking the words. Even when you ask, I don't know how to respond.
...except, I do know how. So, what's stopping me?
[I'm such a visual person] When I look inwards to identify what's blocking me, I picture a web-like wall between me and my words - they're there, just beyond the haze, screaming at me, too fast to catch. Maybe all that stops me is the horror of walking through cobwebs.
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