💧 The first time I heard about this crazy method of changing our moods, almost automatically, I had flown across the ocean to see one son, his wife and his children – my grandchildren.
I hadn’t seen them in two years, shame on me, and I couldn’t wait.
But COVID said I could wait and I would wait.
💧 They all came to see me, but it was 2021 and the quarantine rules were still in effect. We had to be 6 feet apart and wearing masks. Can you imagine not hugging the children you traveled 12 hours to see? Day after day?
And to make things worse, I was in a basement apartment with the tiniest jail-window – and I couldn’t even go out to take the garbage to the dumpster.
💧 I had nothing to do with myself so I watched a continuing education credit course on my computer that sounded a bit weird but what the heck? Right? May as well.
So there was Dr. Richard C. Schwartz saying that we had parts of us that tried to take over us – and our moods – but we could separate from them.
💧 That would leave a space where the mood-part had separated, and somewhere in that space was a Self that could decide we didn’t have to be in a rotten mood after all.
I’m like, “Wait a minute…You mean I don’t have to be p—-d right now? How is that possible?”
💧 Because I really was p—-d. How could the reality of what I was experiencing change? It couldn’t. The quarantine was real. The kids – I couldn’t even see their sweet faces under those masks.
So how could I not be in a grumpy, obnoxious mood?
💧 But I sat down in a chair – you try it – and closed my eyes, and tried very hard to concentrate on that “part” of me that was in the bad mood and move it away, like a few inches, if possible.
And I felt lighter.
A burden lifted.
A little bit, anyway.
💧 I looked at the mood as if it were a thing, sitting there a few inches away, in my imagination.
And that few inches of separation gave me room for better thoughts.
💧 I knew I had a lot to be happy about. I was counting the days for quarantine to be over. The weather out was gorgeous and soon I’d be out walking.
My grandchildren were sweet, cute, adorable and I loved them til my heart would burst.
My daughter-in-law was a good cook and the meals she brought were delicious. My son is an amazing man; I was so proud of him.
💧 I took a deep breath, breathing in all the goodness that had been pushed aside by the bad mood.
Having made a bit of space to see the good in my moment, I could smile. Actually smile.
💧 I went back to the computer, continued watching the videos on Internal Family Systems, and I was hooked.
A goner.
When I got back to New York, I devoured every book I could find on it and registered for the Level 1 formal training. And I haven’t stopped.
💧 I know that I was very successful as a Marriage and Family Therapist for all the decades previously. I was shredding twenty-year old files and came across so many “thank yous” and so many good endings on the last pages of each.
But honestly, I don’t know how that’s even possible. Without IFS, I can’t imagine how I could have helped anybody.
💧 Maybe we stumbled around together and just because they knew I cared, that helped.
Or maybe reminders to people about the damage that anger does was enough. I remember I had to tell people with a temper to bite their tongues – literally. I guess they were grateful to have some technique.
But gee whiz.
Now, all that has changed.
💧 Now, people can get control very quickly over their own moods, even with behaviors that used to feel out of control. And they simply do it the way I did back in that basement apartment: by separating their true Self from the parts that want to take over.
It gets easier and easier to do, too, even when triggered.
💧 What’s even better than that is that so many people never experienced knowing that they had a Self. They always thought their grumpy, angry, cold, numb, intellectualizing, victim, distant, whatever mood was them.
They were shocked – and very pleased – to discover it wasn’t.
That there was a whole lot more to them than they realized.
💧 Imagine two people in a marriage each making this discovery of who they really are….
…and then sharing it with each other.
You see, our true Selves are kind, loving, and don’t have an agenda.
💧 Our true Selves don’t have to win or be right. They aren’t devastated, either, when they’re wrong. They’re too happy just to be alive in their own skin to sweat that stuff.
That’s why that kind of sharing – sharing your Self – is real intimacy.
💧 Are you afraid of it or do you want it?
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