I wrote this post (very long!, sorry) as I wanted to share my thoughts in the terms of what I class as qualified therapists for mental health.
Its something I agree we all need no matter what are problems are, yet over the years both seeking help and then having to try and open-up to someone who is in the care profession, for me personally has been both difficult and in some cases very detrimental to my actual well being.
This year I was finally back in a position where I could invest some of my earnings into something personal for a change and found myself a music teacher that I could attend a lunch time lesson mid week and I just wanted to explain why to me this is also having a good therapist for my mental health.
This person is extremely kind, compassionate, patient and caring and above all very knowledgeable in his field as well. As all good therapists he is also in great demand!
But why do I say it’s the same as talking to a psychiatrist or someone else that understands? Like everyone I have good days and bad days, when I started lessons in January I stated that I couldn’t even play an instrument, even though I had somehow fooled a few examiners and scraped through some of the grades. My first few lessons were also a nightmare as I trembled so much and always just freeze solid after a few bars of playing, this is pretty much what I do in life as well, fear takes grip in almost every situation, it can lead to shame and self loathing, open the flood gates as well as downward spirals out of control and when the only focus can be on finding a way to stop it all.
I want to compare lessons (my idea of therapy) to life for this reason, I was last in this position in 2004 and although studying was not the easiest thing, it was fun and I could see the progress, but financial constraints meant I had to stop. For the last ten years I have never stopped playing and enjoying this passion, but without any guidance I also never moved, never built any faith that I could even do what I was doing, yes, I can play a few peaces of music reasonably and even teach myself something new to the point I can recognize it! but little by little the self criticism means I can even destroy what took me so long to build up.
This morning while doing my usual practice it struck me just how much I had progressed in such a short time! I am certainly do not have any aspirations in playing other than self enjoyment at this hobby, so my goals are not too much in the future. Anyway, I was playing Bach’s Solffeggio which as much as I love it when I listened to others play it on youtube, all I could say was never in a million years could I do that it’s too fast! My brain thinks in slow motion and I don’t do fast, so for months I have been more than happy to just play it that from someone else point of view must seem like in slow motion. Low and behold I can play it fast, don’t know how but my fingers sure can move.
So what I think I am trying to say is if you practice the same thing over and over, just doing it at that level without the expectation of being like the others, like me one day you just do it, even if it is just being able to smile and enjoy watching a child play, whatever, anything.
But for me, you can bet your bottom dollar that next time I try that it just wont happen! My fingers will stumble, ill forget where I am because my mind has again wondered somewhere I would rather it wouldn’t go! and I’ll have to just keep plugging away at it again.
I’ll show up again for my next lesson the usual wreck in such a state I can’t even look up from the floor! Yet gently this person starts at the beginning and coaxes me into something that I can perhaps do, never judging, never expecting, purely directing giving a little advise on what to try. Now looking back on this year, some of those lessons have lasted ten minutes before I have said I can’t do it and ran out! a lot of the times I have frozen after a minutes and he has ended up putting my fingers in the right place and even tried pressing them down! until the inner hysteria can subside and I can move again. The words of support I get I grab with both hands and remain a seed in my head that I then try to put in every other situation and just like those lessons, sometimes it helps and sometimes I sure will have to repeat them a million times before I get the result I desperately need.
So I have written this rather long and tedious post to say, don’t always be pigeon holed into who you might think is a therapist for mental health, they come in all shapes and sizes and sometimes following one path will help with so many others. If it feels impossible to talk face to face with a psychiatrist, do something else, what you find in life is that people who are expert in their fields love to share what they know, good people don’t judge as much as we think they do. then being able to focus on what you can do instead of what you don’t think you can do, you find they start to overlap and help each other.
Please don’t take this wrong, I am not saying put the trained mental health team on the back burner, far far far from it, they have more answers and help than anyone else really. But if you ever feel you are hitting a wall, maybe just try to look in a slightly different direction? Accept every feeling as the way it is but slowly just have someone guide or help with something you might think is unrelated, but is actually all part and parcel of who we are or want to be.
I hope that what I am trying to say makes some sense and apologies if it doesn’t, I was just trying to share a view that we can loose track of just how many times we have to repeat something before we get the results we so need.
Moni xxx