As a practicing psychologist now, I am exposed to various settings that teach me a lot more than I’d anticipated. Not only do I mean perspectives that I gain from clients, but about self-growth and self-healing — I have come to understand so much about what shapes us (or how we choose to be shaped I suppose too). I’ve recently been blasted with more painstaking realities and heart aches that I am trying to navigate and it was only today that I reflected on my free will in all of it. Many of the painful ‘events’ were repeating themselves somehow with me, and I was almost given the fateful choice of how to feel with it all. I could let it eat at me like I did last time…I could let it go…I could process it and try to understand better coping mechanisms, or I suppose I could pretend to be alright with it all, as if the issues weren’t really that important or that if I paid less attention to them they’d somehow shrink into oblivion. Believe it or not, I think almost all these options are necessary for healing.
I reflected today how there might have been a small inkling within the traumatic experiences that I believe I chose to control — or to not let control me — because I just remembered how fucking awful it felt to be rattled with the terror of it all. I remembered that trauma wasn’t just pain in a sack, it was day and night in a fucking mental straightjacket of seemingly inescapable terrors and a crippling sensation that prevented me from moving forward, making choices, understanding another perspective or self-growth. And I used to love self-growth.
So in some small measurement, I believe our minds are able to calculate how much shit we want to handle and whether or not we want to allow our souls to be trapped in the asylums of trauma and grief. Don’t get me wrong, they are essential elements of perception and empathy and they are experiences that deserve to be felt and sat with. But perhaps I am so goddamn tired of feeling so beat, so afraid, so powerless that I’m choosing to realize that maybe the sources of my terror are also naked and afraid.
We do not choose how our emotions take control of us sometimes, but at some point I think we could. I don’t know if I sound insensitive or narrow minded…or maybe I want to believe we can because I am tired of feeling ‘controlled’. I am choosing to move forward despite the pain that is chasing me right now and I’ll let you know how far I’ll be able to go before I can’t go any further.
So far, my legs are still moving.