This too will pass, if you let it
I sat down earlier to write some blog entries, and became aware of the pressure I was feeling to say something meaningful. Having a commitment to write regularly is something I enjoy and find stimulating, but from time to time I find myself feeling that there simply are no words to describe my experience or insight.
I sat with it, exploring what it was that I was experiencing, and observing what it was that my mind was making it mean. Did I have writers block? Was I inadequate? Would I be failing if I didn't find something profound to say?
As I sat watching my mind generating these thoughts, I noticed the impact on me, the rising anxiety, the temptation to start generalising and wondering if I was also below par as a mother, partner, friend, daughter etc? The irony of my situation made me smile.
Psychotherapy offers clients a safe, non-judgemental space into which they can bring their deepest insecurities and fears. The role of the therapist is to sit and to contain what happens, come what may. There I was doing in my own mind exactly what I do in the therapy room when I am at my best.
I was reminded of the power of silence. The importance of letting things evolve in their own time and space. Of how critical it is not to jump in and analyse or fix. Sometimes all we need to do is to let things be, to let them have space to be expressed, and in their own time to dissolve.
Sometimes what we most need is what we least expect.