the king and i
One of the things I have struggled with the most this past year is anxiety. Whenever I'm in a place I can't leave (or think I can't leave), I become anxious. So if you've had coffee, dinner or a movie with me you have maybe known this. (Or not.)
It is getting better, thank you Lord. I know I can leave places, but I don't want to.
Last weekend, Steve and I went to see "The King's Speech". I already knew I would be anxious going into it but I refused to let it ruin our date. Some movies make me more anxious than others. Shrek in 3D nearly did me in. But that might be true for a lot of people.
As "The King's Speech" unfolded, I relaxed. As I saw a person on the screen struggling with something beyond his control, I relaxed. I could relate to his stammering as I relate to my own anxiety...a battle of the mind. I too have a caring, creative therapist who has made all the difference in the world. I wish I like the king could take her around with me to difficult situations.
My therapist does push the envelope. And I'm grateful. I have pushed and stomped some emotions into a place where they've become trapped. It's a relief to let them out in a safe place. With someone who doesn't try to stop me from crying. Some people view counseling as a precious moments time with laughter. If you've been with a good therapist, you know it's more like blood and sweat. And maybe some laughter thrown in between.
I was so excited by the King's triumph over his stammering in the movie, I told Steve we must go have a celebratory ice cream. And I was so excited for myself to forget all anxiety during the movie, that I celebrated that too. It takes a really great movie for that to happen.
Victory all around.
It is getting better, thank you Lord. I know I can leave places, but I don't want to.
Last weekend, Steve and I went to see "The King's Speech". I already knew I would be anxious going into it but I refused to let it ruin our date. Some movies make me more anxious than others. Shrek in 3D nearly did me in. But that might be true for a lot of people.
As "The King's Speech" unfolded, I relaxed. As I saw a person on the screen struggling with something beyond his control, I relaxed. I could relate to his stammering as I relate to my own anxiety...a battle of the mind. I too have a caring, creative therapist who has made all the difference in the world. I wish I like the king could take her around with me to difficult situations.
My therapist does push the envelope. And I'm grateful. I have pushed and stomped some emotions into a place where they've become trapped. It's a relief to let them out in a safe place. With someone who doesn't try to stop me from crying. Some people view counseling as a precious moments time with laughter. If you've been with a good therapist, you know it's more like blood and sweat. And maybe some laughter thrown in between.
I was so excited by the King's triumph over his stammering in the movie, I told Steve we must go have a celebratory ice cream. And I was so excited for myself to forget all anxiety during the movie, that I celebrated that too. It takes a really great movie for that to happen.
Victory all around.