One time my therapist asked me, “if you know being still won’t get you anywhere, and that is what triggers your sadness, then why don’t you change or move in order to become happy?”
“It’s like ice”, I replied back then, “I’m stripped naked and splayed out on it. The ice is cold and burns. It burns my flesh and I know that if I get up the air will make it sting more. I will be more aware of the burns so I don’t get up. Because, I am afraid. I am afraid of the air pricking my skin and the unknown that awaits me. Lying on the block of ice is all i’ve known and this sadness feels like home.”
He said, “You can move. A momentary lash of air might provide relief, forever.”
“Forever is a long time and the unknown holds promises which don’t always have to be laced with sweet hope.”, I replied.
” So you don’t want to get up?” He asked
“I do. I’m waiting for the block of ice to melt.”