I spend too much time shaking my head. I am sure my brains are ready to seep out my ears and nostrils by now. I do it violently sometimes, and even include a smack to the temple or forehead; just to ensure that whatever thought I am thinking at the moment surely leaves the space it so rudely inhabits.
I shouldn't. This only gives those thoughts the power they crave. It's not a lot of power, per se, but enough to make them realize that they can make me abuse my noggin if nothing else. Though they could do more. So much more.
And perhaps they will. If I keep blocking and shoving and altogether thrashing these thoughts, they are only going to grow. They will be compelled by the threat of my violence and rise up stronger and more defensive; ultimately taking over my brain and claiming victory.
As I lie and cry and shiver and curse.
Unless I give them leave and passage out of my mind the proper way (for lack of a better phrase). I speak the thoughts, the emotions, the urges, the fears, the reactions, etc. I speak them and release them from inside the tight confines of my skull out into the infinite space of the world. They can't harm me if they are no longer with me.
The thoughts which must speak are spoken, or more often, written down, and I let them go.
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