I KNOW THE CONCEPT FROM FIGHTING DEPRESSION! SEE “OKAY, DOC!” POEM OF MINE!
The depression has been big these last two weeks, my internal world inhospitable and frightening. Lies and faulty thinking I thought I’d corrected long ago are back. Mindfulness is out of reach. I do what I can—move through the water every morning, go someplace that smells like coffee, write in my journal, call a friend. But I can only poke holes in the darkness. And as my therapist and I start using the tools in Radical Acceptance, I’m catching glimpses of—something—on the periphery.
There’s a terror within me that I’ve never touched. I’m being asked to do that now. Intellectually, I see this as therapeutic and full of potential. But in our first session doing this Work, so much resistance came up that my…
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