The growing gap between my self-image and real self-acceptance is something I started noticing a long time ago. But there were enough problems, and this one didn’t seem the most important among everything happening. Besides, I’ve been in therapy for quite a while and believed that by removing the nails from my head, I’d be able to partly solve this problem too. "There are no coincidences" (damn, it feels like I'm only watching cartoons), and I saw an ad for a course.
The phrase about not recognizing my reflection in shop windows caught my attention first. That’s me. I didn’t just fail to recognize myself. Sometimes I was scared of myself. And then such an offer came! Tempting. Scary. But I have therapy, depression, and a critical situation in my life. And there are photos, drawings, creativity, and meditations (where am I, and where are the meditations?). I decided to take the risk.
I’ll say that I wasn’t the ideal student. I rescheduled meetings, got confused, didn’t always complete all the assignments, and postponed everything until the last moment. I admire Marka, who accepted all of this with understanding and attention.
Despite all this, every time, I looked forward to the moment when I would finally be alone with the camera, sketchbook, pencils, markers, and myself. And in the morning, meet my Art Therapist. Because the whole program is so wonderfully structured that it’s impossible to do the work just to get it over with. There are too many discoveries, wow effects, connections, and mechanisms for working with your body (and not just with it). There were moments when thoughts would slip by, "Are we really talking about the body now?!" Yes, we are. But not just about it.
I brought to light old pains, resentments, fears, beliefs, and prejudices. And my posture changed, my back straightened, I began to look people in the eye in return, and protect myself. I began to speak about things I had been afraid to say for years and started asking for help. Perhaps I even understood why I needed to go through oncology and accept the fact that the threat of recurrence would be with me for life.
I learned a lot about myself. We get used to, and become one with, a certain perception of ourselves. We build an image based on other people’s judgments and foreign opinions and carry this through life, convinced that it’s who we really are. It turns out that you can be different, and from the shock of "Is this me?" you move to the joyful realization of "Yes, this is me!" You accept yourself and carry this knowledge with you without challenge, fracture, or tragedy. At the same time, you see how much more work is ahead. But this meeting—this realization—is so amazing that you want to keep it with you, walk beside it, and live in it. Because "I have me, and together we’ll manage.