You know that bit in the Simpsons intro where Maggie is steering on a pretend wheel to mimic the driving that Marge is doing? Our brains would genuinely be happier if we could attach a fake steering wheel to “life” and pretend we were controlling everything that happens to us.
[May be relevant if you feel as if the same problems keep resurfacing in your life without ever being properly dealt with.] I Imagine that you’re untying a giant tangle made up of many, many pieces of coloured string. (I have no idea why you might be doing this. Presumably you’re very bored.)
It seems fairly clear to me is that there’s often a gap between “what we have” and “what we want”. If I were to accurately model this gap using Science(TM) and Art(TM) it’d look something like this:
I want the answer. The one, single answer which will solve all my problems.
Now that I’m (mostly) successfully managing my anxiety, everything should be great forever… right?! Well, no. Obviously life isn’t magically perfect. (Though of course “less anxiety” is a huge improvement!) This is fine. I never expected perfection. But something else I didn’t expect was that managing anxiety better could itself cause problems.
Minds May Say… When things go wrong, my life is not worth living… If I don’t get a degree, my life is not worth living. If I don’t have a partner, my life is not worth living. If I fail at work, my life is not worth living. If I spend an evening alone while […]
For most of us, learning to be happy after anxiety isn’t a smooth journey. If you pushed me into saying more, I’d go as far as saying it’s a bumpy journey. In fact, I’d probably get over-excited and go super-metaphorical about it:
“What is happiness?” This question has been ruined. Ruined!
As a child, I firmly believed in magic.
Anybody who has known me for even a short time knows I am attracted to ridiculousness like a moth attracted to fire. Where the thing on fire is a cow dressed as clown. (Of course, it’s possible that ridiculous events are attracted to me, and not the other way around. I’ve never been able to […]