Joseph Bailey41 said:Not at all. It’s more like what darkjackal7 was saying—by developing deeper roots, or by becoming more aware of our own negativity, we actually gain strength. That's what allows us to move forward toward a brighter future. 😁
Of course, if the process happens too fast, the trunk might crack. Even in nature, trees that grow too rapidly tend to be more flexible and less sturdy, whereas slow-growing trees are much denser and stronger.
And honestly, depression isn't really an emotion in itself, nor is it quite the same thing as sadness. It’s actually more of the opposite—a way of blocking out different emotions and impulses, which ends up temporarily stalling our personal growth.
Yeah, I think I follow. You have to coordinate the roots and the branches, and of course, the trunk that binds them all together.
I just don't quite grasp this idea about the "too fast" process. What exactly is wrong with those fast-growing, pliable trees? They won't snap even in a massive gale; they just bend with the wind. Isn't being flexible supposed to be the goal in life?
Speaking personally, my own roots feel more established now; I'm reaching toward the light, and I can honestly say that the older I get, the better I feel. Yet, there’s still this lingering regret over so much wasted time in my life, so I have to ask: what's the downside to growing faster?
There is something gnawing at me, something no one can give me a definitive answer to, but I'll put it out there anyway. When I was twenty-four, I was profoundly unhappy—suicidal, even; I was absolutely consumed by fears and all sorts of things. Back then, I sought psychiatric help, though I must admit it felt incredibly uncomfortable because, frankly, the whole thing felt fundamentally wrong. I saw a psychiatrist briefly at a local medical center, but I cut it short pretty quickly—partly due to that discomfort, but also because the entire experience just felt utterly pointless to me.🤔 Now, looking back with more certainty, I can't claim to know everything, but I stopped seeing mental health professionals altogether. Instead, we armed ourselves at home with a computer and an internet connection, and I started digging through the web, researching psychology, my own conditions, medical reports, papers, and so on. That’s how I stumbled upon this forum, and as I've mentioned before, writing here on this "psychological couch" has genuinely helped me.
But what haunts me is the "what if." What if I had actually stuck with professional therapy? Would my roots have grown faster? Would my arms have reached toward the sun sooner, and with more heart?