In counselling you observe some interesting things. Worry or anxiety or obsession can seem to come out of no where. It plants itself. But it sets up its swag and makes a home. For how long or for what duration is the scary part in the questions that follow. Sometimes it’s easy enough to connect the dots. You can work out from recent events where dynamics are clearly at play. And yet sometimes life circumstances and the evidence of the recent past and present don’t give any clues as to where it necessarily came from.
For those to whom it comes out of the blue I can only say that our thoughts and memories are not random or come from a blank nothingness. Anxiety is made up of images and replaying of conversations , words and sepia memories and repetitive scenes that change characters and disguise themselves and monologues and dialogues and a fantasy of intertwined narratives. We all have histories. We all have memories. And we all have stories. We all have distracting thoughts or behaviours to hide the dark stuff or the anxious thoughts. Inwit have visited a lot of mine sites over the years. Rubbish has to be buried as mine sites are miles from nowhere. Rubbish, like tyres needs to be buried. Strangely, over time they will eventually come to the surface. The pressures exerted underground always make sure of that.
