Ah yes, the blog has gone quiet again. You know what that can mean: I feel challenged. (Not perhaps the same thing as I am challenged, but anyway...). The Mickel Therapy is challenging and I am struggling with aspects of it, especially the part that focuses on processing emotions like fear, with its foot servant, worry.
I wasn't always a worrier. I was one of these children who was confident because I wasn't aware of needing to be confident. I went on school trips and camping trips with zero angst, full of excitement. That changed suddenly when I was a teenager. I got ill at a friend's house once and afterwards developed panic attacks. I felt silly and stupid, so I never told anyone until a few years later. By that time I was a highly-skilled secret worrier.
The irony with worry is that it's designed to protect you. I find it generally has the opposite effect. It's also great for alienating other people and helping the atmosphere at parties too. What a product! Why do I keep falling for it? I must learn how to cast it out, then throw away its oars.
Thank you for listening.