I've had 550 hours of therapy. Maybe more since I've been going Mondays and Fridays for the past three years and never miss a session. No no no! Don't add up the cost, please! Has it all been worth it? Well, if you don't feel inclined to fork out thousands or are a bit wary of being on the couch, this is what I've learned so far.
ONE I don't believe in much (music, libraries, dogs, beaches, crackers and cheese) but I do believe in being curious. Instructions for living a life: "Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it." (Mary Oliver). Sometimes just asking a question is a tiny act of personal greatness. I don't mean Google's most asked questions (what is dubstep, what is gluten, how to solve the Rubik's cube). To start a process of awareness and investigation rather than avoidance and control, ask more daring questions.
TWO Sometimes we can't find a different kind of relationship with ourselves - get a "sparkly new" feeling about life, or a lovely just-tucked-in-feeling - on our own. To overcome suffering and discomfort we must first have accepted they exist within us. There is considerable resistance within us to doing that - it hurts! - which is why we sometimes need help, another person to hold space and make us feel safe enough to face the pain, bit by bit. (This is called titration). And a box of tissues.
THREE I took my kids to the zoo this week. (The trick is to get there really early. Sorry, horrendously off topic). We stood for a while, quietly watching the sea lion lying in the sun on a rock itching its head in a most satisfying way with its tail. It looked relaxed and at ease. I've come to realise joy comes from trying to be more like a sea lion than trying to be, say, Gwyneth Paltrow.