Sometimes i am like that little girl who sleeps through the journey and has the nerves to throw a tantrum because she missed the opportunity to see deers crossing the road 5 cities behind…in simpler words, sometimes i am the architect of my drama. You know what i mean ??? guilty !!! let’s get into my drama dirt bag. I am a worry worth; however i am
able to let my worry-freak flag fly low when i am (1) trying to micromanage the future instead of enjoying the moment – #doesn’t work (2) when i am lost in my stack of files at work – #works on the right day. The only thing that works for me is re-focusing my mind by not focusing. Actually getting lost in a great conversation with another or myself where i am actually assuming the role of the active listener instead of the thinker/talker. Funnily i am a talker it comes with getting comfortable but in my professional life i wear the hat of an active listener … pretty much the only person who should be working hard at their recovery should be the client not the counsellor. So i let them break a sweat with a bit of guidance.
thank you Mrs. “X” for unknowingly allowing me to learn more about myself and for unconsciously granting me the opportunity to embrace the moments in-between despite the fact that you live with multiple psychiatric disabilities.