I found this on Facebook and wanted to post it here as a reminder to myself that when something is overwhelming, I need to rethink the rules. Computer being weird, can't get rid of the black so I changed the font to white. It took some digging but I found the link to the original:
https://www.quora.com/Has-a-therapist-ever-told-you-something-completely-unexpected/answer/Kate-Scott-6?ch=99&share=924eb0ff&srid=P2BN
I really liked the lesson! *original poster (Kate Scott 2020)*:
RUN
THE DISHWASHER TWICE.
When
I was at one of my lowest (mental) points in life, I couldn’t get out of bed
some days. I had no energy or motivation and was barely getting by.
I had
therapy once per week, and on this particular week I didn’t have much to
‘bring’ to the session. He asked how my week was and I really had nothing to
say.
“What
are you struggling with?” he asked.
I
gestured around me and said “I dunno man. Life.”
Not
satisfied with my answer, he said “No, what exactly are you worried about right
now? What feels overwhelming? When you go home after this session, what issue
will be staring at you?”
I
knew the answer, but it was so ridiculous that I didn’t want to say it.
I
wanted to have something more substantial.
Something
more profound.
But I
didn’t.
So I
told him, “Honestly? The dishes. It’s stupid, I know, but the more I look at
them the more I CAN’T do them because I’ll have to scrub them before I put them
in the dishwasher, because the dishwasher sucks, and I just can’t stand and
scrub the dishes.”
I
felt like an idiot even saying it.
What
kind of grown ass woman is undone by a stack of dishes? There are people out
there with *actual* problems, and I’m whining to my therapist about dishes?
But
my therapist nodded in understanding and then said:
“RUN
THE DISHWASHER TWICE.”
I
began to tell him that you’re not supposed to, but he stopped me.
“Why
the hell aren’t you supposed to? If you don’t want to scrub the dishes and your
dishwasher sucks, run it twice. Run it three times, who cares?! Rules do not
exist, so stop giving yourself rules.”
It
blew my mind in a way that I don’t think I can properly express.
That
day, I went home and tossed my smelly dishes haphazardly into the dishwasher
and ran it three times.
I
felt like I had conquered a dragon.
The
next day, I took a shower lying down.
A few
days later. I folded my laundry and put them wherever the fuck they fit.
There
were no longer arbitrary rules I had to follow, and it gave me the freedom to
make accomplishments again.
Now
that I’m in a healthier place, I rinse off my dishes and put them in the
dishwasher properly. I shower standing up. I sort my laundry.
But
at a time when living was a struggle instead of a blessing, I learned an
incredibly important lesson:
THERE
ARE NO RULES.