Whenever I’m upset, I try to return to equilibrium. Throw out the negatives that caused my stress. I imagine setting them a-sail on clouds. I say goodbye to negatives that troubled me. Mentally removing the stimulant means it does not disrupt me with its input stimulation. This is one of the ways Cognitive Behavior Therapy works.
I was unhappy when I got upset over anxieties, fears and over-exaggerated threats. My fear occupied my mind and creative direction. I was drawing the man who was harassing me. I needed to deal with this anxiety, to feel peace and happiness.
This picture was drawn using my non-dominant hand because I wanted practice with that hand.
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She walked along the track. There was just enough light to see her path. She couldn’t see very far ahead. This was bad. Light and fresh air was a long distance away. Walking wasn’t the difficult part. The surroundings were. It was dark, damp, and creepy. Like her nightmare come true. What awaits her if she reaches the end of this concrete tube? She had no indication. However, her gut feeling told her it will be very different.
She had time to concentrate on her thoughts. Bereft of additional external stimulation, she had nothing much to occupy her mind. Naturally, she thought of her problems. This tunnel corresponded to her intrapersonal journey as she battled her fears. Her psychological fears. Her imagination.
She forced herself to take deep breaths. This wasn’t as bad as her first tunnel. It was far more narrower, flooded and treacherous to travel through. When she described this journey, her listeners were incredulous. No way you could have remembered, they said. Their eyes screamed “Fake, Fake,” at her. She stopped talking about her memory. She ignored it until it became an elephant in her room called the Brain. That suppressed memory struggled free in her sleep. Its image roared as the flooded tunnel resounded with echoes of her futile splashes to swim upstream. Later, she learned her mother hated her for giving her a lengthy labor.
It is always better to be outside a tunnel than inside. She soldiered on.
I’m happy to be here; the place where my intrapersonal is at peace with me. Although I’ve had ups and downs, I’ve finally come to my comfort zone. I learned to draw with my dominant hand. One day, I thought I would use my non-dominant hand to draw some pictures, just for a lark. The lines turned out unsteady, or what I call wonky. However, I liked my irregular line drawings. Nobody else may like them but I do. This is what matters. I’m happy to discover I can draw with my non-dominant hand too.
Here is a sample doodle drawn with my non-dominant hand:
There are negative aspects too but since this is the first day of my challenge, I’m only talking about the positive issues in this 100 Happy Days Challenge. This challenge is the brainchild of original host Kareem and his challenge here.