Sometimes in our 50s or 60s, if were lucky enough for the circumstances and difficulties in our lives to slow down a bit, we often get quite thrown by the emotional processes
that slowly begin to rise up, knowing there is finally a little room for us to respond to them. To digest them. Because, you see, one of our functions is that we put aside difficult emotional responses to experiences, until there is some room. For us to feel we can feel them, let our feelings move through us, not overthink the process, and mindfully let them pass by.
This often manifests as quite difficult, if not severe emotional feelings and thoughts. In this day and age, we are encouraged to think that this is solely bio chemical. When in fact, often enough, it involves experiences we have had, and our emotional responses to them, from our entire life. Accrued substantiative material that needs to be supported and witnessed and I just checked, or it will continue to cause us increasing distress.
We are encouraged to avoid feeling these things. Avoid thinking them. Stuffing them down. Sometimes medications are in fact necessary for us to manage to continue living our lives. But they need to not be a substitute for somehow finding enough support, and understanding and having the comfort of knowing that the volume of this material is finite.
I think that's the key here. What needs to accompany our willingness to make space for this often difficult process, and, like learning to ride a bike, acquire our skills well enough that we can do it with ease, is important.
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