Yesterday I walked with the donkeys they say is therapeutic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I did yoga listening to the sounds of nature say it is therapeutic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve read 5 books on mental well-being say it\u2019s therapeutic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wrote my life in a diary they say is therapeutic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I bought a dog they say is therapeutic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every morning I repeat good intentions say it\u2019s therapeutic<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But what is it therapeutic?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There seems to be a lot of confusion between what is therapeutic and what simply can do me good, the two are not synonymous.
And the things that are said to be therapeutic are so different that you wonder if there is a clear thought behind what is to be treated (spoiler no).
There are many confused ideas because it seems to be the race to not think about, to compensate, to balance.
And how can I fix a bad feeling if I don\u2019t know what it is that gets sick?
But there is a more important question that seems to be submerged.
What is a human being?
And it is the question of questions that deserves a clear answer.
Otherwise everything is therapeutic, so nothing really is, it would only be useful to those 5 minutes of always precarious balance…
… and then the psychotherapy would be a chat and the psychologist a guy who gives advice.
Because if the human being is a void to fill or a balance to maintain it is right to walk with the donkeys, repeating every day beautiful things to convince oneself that you will, everything will be fine!
Instead we want to ask ourselves what is the thought behind the therapies that we read or do?
Because if the human being is naturally violent, wars are right, the arms race, fascism would be just a way of being and the “we\u2019re all a little crazy” would be true.
But this is not our mental reality… and everything behind these thoughts can not be considered therapeutic but a collusion with the idea that “you can\u2019t do anything about it”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Instead we are born with an unconscious thought, made of images, smells, sensations, lived through which we discover the world and others\u2026 There is no consciousness, no memory (you remember it? No, that\u2019s just not conscious) There is the natural hope of non-disappointing relationships, but if the natural hope is disappointed the possibility becomes mistrust with which I label relationships\u2026 Then comes the consciousness that risks being my only “nose” in relationships and that inner world that we sometimes see at night and with which we are born loses value, downgraded to “bullshit” or as if it had never existed\u2026 and one becomes ill. One exchanges feeling with understanding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But what do you know using only neurons?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And you become performers and no longer artists<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So therapeutic is finding that inner world, see what are the unconscious thoughts (yes, like dreams) what do not work and cure them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To be well and not stay just with “you can\u2019t do anything about it”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Gianluca Ambrosini<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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