I’ve met some people who can barely look themselves in the mirror for fear of what they might see looking back. Once the mind was asking big questions like what have I become, you knew it would only be so long before the big breakdown came around. When that life shattering moment comes, where everything hits the wall at the same time, the onset of fear and panic can take you down quicker than a 100ft fairground plunger drop ride. With one too many battle fronts opening up at the same time your left like the German 8th army on the Eastern front with nowhere to go.
Self healing is easier said than done, the cases were people were hitting the wall, were becoming more and more apparent as we moved through the new century.
One thing we had got better at thanks to American research into the mind was talking about it. That talking about it however, was a double edge sword. The fact that you talked about it on one hand was ok, it was just that the couch experience of having someone take a lot of money off you in return for you talking about your issues wasn’t going to solve anything.
Yes you could get it off your chest by speaking for an hour about it, but the person taking the money doing the Sigmund Freud routine was allowing you to reiterate the problem by giving you the green light to associate with the issue.
Once you identified with a issue you owned it and once you owned it, you were basically saying that this was a deep part of your make up, and once you did that, you just made it that much harder to get rid of. Psychological issues were like a bacteria that infiltrated the mind, once they were allowed to nest and propagate you would need some serious pest control experts to get inside your head and remove the offending parasites.
(Unedited) Taken From The Road Tales Book by Dar.Ra