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Alisa Kennedy Jones's avatar

I'm afraid I'm terribly literal and a bit boring... and my mental landscape looks a lot like our old lush, overgrown meadow in Vermont. Every now and then, different characters, or different creatures happen along, or even different weather breaks across it, and I'm mostly just an observer there... making up stories about what's occurring, connecting the disparate sets of knowledge, emotions, memories, hopes, fancies, disappointments, and imaginings to make up any sort of stories that make me feel better about the world and my place in it. If I’m following the arc of the hero’s journey in my life, that mental meadow is the place I always return to for solace... grassy and full of sky, an open field, yet still surrounded by a protective veil of woods.

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Jen Machajewski's avatar

While CBT therapy has its place, it really pushed my overthinking, pedantic, and obsessive self-criticism into overdrive. I interrogated every thought all day long. And during depressive episodes I was convinced every single thought was broken and wrong.

It has taken years, a decade nearly, to befriend my thoughts and stop being afraid of them. In meditation, I sometimes do the visualization where thoughts float down a river (like “ Pooh sticks” you watch pass under a bridge). I also use a visualization of having a sort of usher in my head...he welcomes each thought and gently sees it to its own special seat because every thought belongs (no matter how scary). It helps me to accept that no single one is more powerful than another. Thanks for the great question.

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