Therapy (from concentrate)...

You think you can turn down the volume on life and it will be ok. And of course you can. People do it all the time. But "forgetting" that it was your choice to reduce the intensity, to lessen the experience, to deny the present and not take full responsibility for this willful denial is the most disrespectful crime one can commit against the gift of life. After all, all it wants is for us to accept the gift in full.

You've come up with all sorts of mini-experiences and distractions in your shut down world and you've given them all sorts of relevances. But what you refuse to look at is the mirror right in front of you that reflects this truth: You are afraid of life. You have disengaged from it, and protecting yourself from this regrettable fact has made your exhausted. And now you are lazy. And Afraid. And this is the reality you have chosen, even though you can't see your choice. Are fear and laziness the qualities you want to remember on your deathbed? Or are you shamefully strong enough to deny, deny, deny, right until the curtains are pulled?