because, like invasive weeds, these thoughts seem to arrive at my biosphere from some faraway land, and then they spread out of control.
Supposedly everyone has them—you look out from over a bridge or whatever and it occurs to you out of nowhere that you could just jump.
And then if you’re most people, you think, Well, that was a weird thought, and move on with your life.
But for some people, the invasive can kind of take over, crowding out all the other thoughts until it’s the only one you’re able to have,
the thought you’re perpetually either thinking or distracting yourself from.
You’re watching TV with your mom—this show about time-traveling crime solvers—
and you remember a boy holding your hand, looking at your finger, and then a thought occurs to you:
You should unwrap that Band-Aid and check to see if there is an infection.
You don’t actually want to do this; it’s just an invasive. Everyone has them. But you can’t shut yours up.
Since you’ve had a reasonable amount of cognitive behavioral therapy, you tell yourself, I am not my thoughts,
even though deep down you’re not sure what exactly that makes you.
Then you tell yourself to click a little x in the top corner of the thought to make it go away.
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