I'd love to try it, but God does it feel difficult! Just let the mess wash over me... sounds as hard as 'just let the panic wash over me'.
Actually, last year I had several sessions with a CBT therapist and one thing we did was stop making lists. I was having a really stressfull time with lots of stuff that needed coordinating, and I made loads of lists to keep my head clear. But then the lists kind of took over. I made lists about lists and couldn't sleep at night because I needed to recheck the lists in my head, and always had a notepad beside me. Anyway, so I go to the therapist and tell her the lists drive me mad. And she says well, try not to make a single list for a few weeks. That'll be £75 please! Easy money, being a CBT therapist, isn't it?
But not being allowed to make lists was definitely a kind of relief. I remember going to the market without a shopping list for the first time and I felt really scared but also exhilarated! In the worst case I'd forget to buy bananas, but so what? I can always get them somewhere else, plus you can live without bananas for a few days.
The funny thing is, I was fully aware that I should stop making lists, I really didn't need the therapist to tell me, but somehow if some 'authority' tells me this is what I should do I do it. Like I don't really trust myself. This is really very weird because I normally trust myself a lot more than other people. It doesn't make sense at all. On the one hand I'm extremely independent and freak out if someone tries to tie me down or tell me what to do, I need to check everything myself and be in control of things, but on the other hand I need people's approval to convince myself I'm ok.
Like if I'm so independent, why do I need the therapist's order before I can let go of my lists? If I'm so independent why is it so important that people don't find out my house is in a mess? At work, if I send out a message that goes to the whole company I always get someone else to check it for me, although privately I think my spelling is better than theirs. It's as if once I've got someone else's approval I can let go, it's no longer my responsability and I can forget about it.
Does this sound familiar to anyone? How does it tie in with panic, I wonder?
Marianne