My Relationship With My Brain

  There is a quote that says you can choose your friends but not your relatives. My brain is a relative. It is one of those annoying relatives that I try to avoid at family reunions. It is that relative that is manipulative. It is that relative that I have said, “Taking to her is like talking to a barbed wire fence.” The description I use of her means that a few words are snagged in the barbs, but the rest goes through unnoticed.

  I’m working very hard with my therapist to resolve these difficulties with my relative, and I come from a large family. I’ve discovered some cousins that I didn’t know existed! They lived on the same street. This brain is quite annoying because I am working to get along with it, but I find myself avoiding it. That relative has been in the family for a long time, so overlooking it is very hard. The manipulative ( manipulative meaning techniques to correct abnormalities, i.e., physical therapy) relative micromanages my life. I suppose the manipulation comes from my education dealing with theory. In therapy, we are working linearly. My brain’s relative dives into concepts. That is the excellent relative that works different muscles, but it doesn’t fit in a fifty-minute session and is befuddling. The brain relative that is the barbed wire fence is the worst.  That cousin lives with me. My linear work and my theoretical nature often stick to the same barbs, so joining the two is exhausting.

  I’m a peace-maker, so I want this metaphoric family working together in harmony, and I want it to happen NOW! I have more positives happening, and this familial brain needs to get it’s act together! I agree with therapist #6 that I am irrational thinking that peace in my brain family can be resolved quickly when the dysfunction has existed for so long.  It would be nice to have a brain relative with a voice of reason and objectivity, a brain relative that listens better, a brain relative that follows directions, a brain relative who wants change and does not resist the process of change, and a brain function that does not react emotionally and with anxiety. I’m not a fan of genealogy. I prefer any unknown brain cousins remain unknown.

Published by: Beverly Hughes

My journey through depression and anxiety has been a long fought battle. I have a Masters Degree in Counseling, but that only helped me to understand clinical language. I needed help and have learned so much about what I could do to help myself.

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