Quite tired today. Ultimate Frisbee yesterday was somehow quite draining. Very windy, 2.5 hours of running, laughing, throwing and catching. I was late today for therapy, only 5 minutes, but it could have been much worse. I just didn’t want to get up, even though I woke up hours early. I fell back asleep and woke up with 25 minutes to get to the office.
We talked about that of course. Its probably the most popular topic in therapy! “Why are you late, client?”. But it was nonetheless a good talk. I explained that I’ve been feeling rather ambivalent about the whole project, that I don’t feel I’m ‘getting somewhere’ in a measurable way. So we took a different and more concrete approach today consequentially.
And the constant irritating issue came up that I don’t seem to be able to ‘Say the words’ (as my therapist puts it), but that I’m so close. So I feel a great anxiety, but it never breaks through into consciousness. He described it as getting naked, so I started to take off my shirt, and we laughed about how much easier that is than, in my words, becoming psychically naked. I just can’t seem to let down my guard. His words of taking the attitude of bearing witness to my vulnerability are encouraging. I do think he’s an incredibly mature and trustworthy man.
I found myself saying: “If not here, where? If not now, when?” to encourage myself, but to no real avail. And I described how its frustrating in that it seems that I can’t even get through the first step here. That I cannot, or rather, will not, identify my issues, my pain, my wishes, and that without that I cannot then take steps to address whatever it is I find. So I’m constantly skirting the first step, and it grows worrisome. I don’t have infinite years to deal. I have this moment, and this one, and this one.
So we talked about some practical concerns, such as my living arrangements, my initial call to my therapist to look at what I initially wanted or thought was problematic. We looked at what I gain and lose by the decisions I’m making in my life right now, and then 50 minutes were up. But it does seem that the very key is in becoming vulnerable, psychically naked, and that I’m going to have to find a way to do this. I don’t really need to think about anything else until I do this.
Why am I so tired today? Am I trying to avoid these painful things with sleep?
So boring. So banal. So important.