Diary of a Separation
When “letting go” finally becomes “I let go”
Wednesday 28th November 2018
A passage in A Life in Parts, by Bryan Cranston, reminds me of what I have done with my life so far. In a rather unconscious way, I have been cannibalising my existence.
In the book this is the scene when the Cranston kids go to see two therapists together. The latter come to the conclusion that the Cranstons’ family situation is “quite normal. Pretty bad childhood. Not as bad as some. Worse than others. You each found a way to survive. You each found a way to cope. That’s perfectly understandable, perfectly acceptable, perfectly right at the time. The problem is those same coping mechanisms that you used to survive a less than perfect childhood will cannibalise your life as an adult and prevent you from growing to your full potential”.
If you adopt a reaction-driven strategy to cope in life, you will very rarely allow yourself the space in which to think and develop new ideas. In short, you’re chomping yourself up constantly, living challenge by challenge.
I am learning to let go. It’s a long, tortuous process (it’s easier to snap than to ask oneself tough questions), but I’m confident I can do it. Also, who wants to end up like one of Virgilio Piñera’s characters in La Carne?
