It has been the best treatment for my anxiety I've ever found. And I've been looking for help for 18 years. Seriously, if you have any psychological issues, find a therapist who practices Acceptance and Commitment. Daniel is probably the 6th or 7th therapist I've seen. All the ones before gave me advice, but nothing I could grab onto and do something with. Daniel gives me homework and holds me accountable for it. And if I'm contradicting myself or judging myself, he lets me know. It's been an eye-opening experience, and I am so thankful to my friend who recommended Daniel to me.
In this type of therapy, they use a lot of metaphors to help you understand the concepts, and honestly, it took me a month or so really figure out what my therapist was saying...what he truly meant. Then, one night I had a breakthrough. It all just clicked. So, I wrote my own metaphor and gave it to my therapist. When he read it, he almost cried. He had the look of a proud papa on his face. Eureka! I'd finally understood! He asked if he could share it with his therapist friends. Of course, I told him he could.
Since he is sharing it, I thought I'd share it here. It hasn't been edited, so I apologize if there are typos and redundancy. This is how it came out during my epiphany. IT isn't very long, but it's so personal and powerful to me. Here goes...
I am a riverbed. I am the vessel, the banks through which
thoughts and emotions course. I am Earth: dirt, rocks and stones, steadfast
though the waters constantly flow. Thoughts drift along my surface likes leaves
in a stream. But I am not those leaves, as I am not the thoughts that my mind
creates. I watch from below as the leaves float by. All I must do is observe. I don't choose to get caught up in the currents of conflict.
Rapids, white water, water falls…they are not who I am. I am the riverbed. My
waters flow calmly, accepting the leaves with the graciousness of an observer.
They are there. I cannot change that. They come and go, and soon others follow
suit.
Occasionally, a storm may brew from above. Dark clouds hang heavy. Ominous. Lightning
cracks and thunder roars above me. Branches, bark and trash surge through my
waters. Again, I watch them from below.
They are in my vessel, but they are not me. I am the riverbed, and I
don't change.







