Author: Anthony Rella

  • Stillness is the Move

    The blog title comes from the song “Stillness is the Move” by the Dirty Projectors, which also has a lovely cover version by Solange.

    Meditation practice was something I’d attempted and failed several times over my late teens and early twenties, after reading a book by Lawrence LeShan that offered a rather straightforward, earnest, and very Western approach to starting a meditation practice. He made it sound simple and profound, though he was dismissive of the spiritual and supernatural trappings that came out of religious traditions in which meditation was taught.

    Yet I would get stuck often, thinking that the busyness of my mind meant I was not meditating properly. And my discipline would flag quickly, and I’d give up, thinking it was something only a particular kind of person was able to do. It wasn’t until after I graduated college and started studying with a teacher who insisted on daily meditation as part of our practice that I was able to work through my resistance.

    A resistance with many layers, a resistance that persists even after fifteen years of daily practice.

    The main resistance was confusing the practice with the results. Those of us who are not taught meditation in a religious context are often drawn to it with promises of overall ease, health, relaxation, and stillness of mind. We think that this is what meditation is—to clear the mind and sit in blissful silence and ease.

    It is not. And our attachment to those experiences becomes a barrier to both meditation itself and having those experiences. It’s very sad, believe me, and it’s not about you as a person. It’s a human struggle. There is a reason we have all these different ways of meditating and all these teachings about “monkey mind.” Our minds do not naturally lend themselves to silence and stillness. Nor do we get there through internal force.

    There are many forms of practice to meditation, but whatever it is, the practice is simply the practice. Focus on the posture, focus on the breath, focus on the way your body moves or does not move, focus on the sounds in your environment, focus on this icon, focus on your inner state. Count your breathing. Imagine you are a mountain. Chant the name of the divine or this holy mantra and be with the sound you are making.

    Notice when you get distracted and lose your practice. Return to the practice.

    That’s it.

    When we take on the discipline of meditating, we are immediately confronted with everything in us that refuses and fears silence, stillness, and emptiness. We notice everything within us that strives for control and is so afraid of not having it. We see within us all the qualities that those controlling parts suppressed—which could be some deeply unsettling experiences and memories that need therapeutic support.

    During my first few months of meditation practice, not only did I notice my busy mind, I became increasingly aware of how much tension I carried in my body. I was in my early twenties and would never have called myself a tense person. I imagined myself to be a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. I was praised for it.

    Once, on a field trip in high school, I was waiting in line for food and a woman blatantly cut in front of me. I said nothing. My Catholic school teachers noted this and stopped me to praise me for my virtuous patience. In truth, I was utterly terrified of upsetting anyone in my life, and suppressed all my anger and all my wants and needs to be as small as possible. Now, I do not consider that to be patience, but rather allowing myself to be disrespected.

    Patience might look like engaging in the conflict with as much kindness for myself and the woman as possible. Or it might be choosing to allow the cutting and being with my upset. What I did was less of a problem than the way I was when I was doing it.

    Meditation teaches patience because it is the practice of patience. It is the practice of feeling one’s full experience, letting go of the controls, and staying with the discomfort of practice. And it is through this engagement that I discovered how much anger and tension was in my body. Letting go of the mental efforts to control my inner experience, I felt how that effort was embodied in the tightness of jaw, the tension in my joints.

    One amazing morning I was sitting and noticed that my right leg was tensed and lifted slightly off the ground. As I noticed this, I noticed that this leg had always been, almost instinctively. And as I noticed this, I noticed I could allow my leg to relax so that my knee rested on the ground and I was not holding myself up so much.

    Later, as a group we were all sitting together for longer than I usually would on my own. Group meditation practice for me offers a greater sense of stillness than I can find on my own, though I find this to be a reciprocal practice. The more I practice, the more stillness I offer the group, and the more stillness I am able to receive. My whole body began to tremble. It was unsettling but I kept breathing. Later, I asked my teacher about it, and I’m not sure they fully knew the answer but they offered that it sounded like an infusion of power into my being.

    Fifteen years later, I think this is true. Stillness and discipline creates space for power to enter into my being. And, concurrently, I believe this shuddering to be a somatic release of tension and buried stress. This experience does not happen often these days, but when it does, I notice it tends to come after periods of time in which I felt particularly disconnected and avoidant. When I’ve spent a lot of time doomscrolling and checking out of my body. When my sitting practice feels shallow and twenty minutes go by with me feeling “I” wasn’t there. Then, some beautiful mornings, I show up ready to engage in the practice, and the shuddering happens. Afterward, I feel like I’m here. My body is touching the earth. I am connected with the people in my life.

    It’s as though something in me was trying to hold its breath and get through the hard stuff. Breath-holding is something we instinctively do when we’re anxious. It’s a kind of bracing for impact, and in some ways it’s a way of trying to skip over the hard stuff. Like if I simply stop breathing then what happens won’t hurt so much, and when it’s over I can breathe again.

    In meditation, the part of us able to endure the hard stuff comes to ground and the breath-holding parts get to relax. Like an adult shows up who can handle things and let the other parts of us take a break.

    Much has been written of spiritual bypassing, which is very much a problem of people turning their spiritualities into shields against reality and their “enlightenment” into cruelty. The problems of spiritual bypassing in New Age and white spiritual communities seems to have flourished in the way so many of them have proven fertile ground for QAnon’s anti-Semitic conspiracies.

    We struggle, I think, to balance our Western teachings around knowing and protecting the Self while also remembering we belong to a whole that is greater than us. To hold sacred both our joy and our grief, our kindness and our anger, our stillness and our action. When we cannot hold both, we see them as enemies and must take a side that divides us against ourselves and makes us brittle.

    A person sitting on a dock looking at a landscape of mountains reflected in the water. Photo by Simon Migaj, courtesy of Unsplash.com

    We need boundaries and connection. Conflict is ongoing and the work of justice will be ongoing. We cannot wait until we’ve solved every outer problem before we can take time for our own needs and wellbeing. And simply focusing on our own needs and wellbeing is its own bubble that again leads back to cruelty, apathy, and vulnerability to authoritarianism.

    Spiritual practice is a stepping away from life for a period of time before re-engaging. We need both movements, to be able to step away and the intention to step back. It is like conflict with our loved ones. We need to be able to say we’ve reached our limit and need to take a break to gather ourselves, reflect, vent, and figure out what we need to do to resolve the conflict. Simply throwing more words, hurt, anger, and accusations upon each other is like adding too much wood to the fire and smothering it. We need space to breathe.

    At the same time, if we say we need a break from the conflict and never come back to it, then we’ve added a different offense. We try to distract from the disrespect, hurt, and unmet needs but they do not go away, they simply linger and grow with resentment, waiting to burst out again in hot, explosive flame.

    What we need is to say we are taking a break, and then to return and engage with a more sober and grounded mind. That is spiritual practice. Instead of sending the angry email, I go and spend ten minutes breathing and connecting to what is holy within me, and then I try to engage the angry email as a holy human person. The conflict needs to be dealt with, but I engage with my full self, and that changes how things unfold.

    Spirituality is not about bypassing, it is about becoming more and more present and growing our Being in life. And noticing when we get distracted, and what we do to numb ourselves and make ourselves smaller, and then to return to that which grows presence.

  • If You Dislike a Maxim, Make Your Own

    After Gertrude Stein

    Do for yourself what you persistently do for others wishing they would do for you.

    Do for yourself what you persistently wish others would do for you.

    Persistently ask of others what you would them do for yourself.

    Wish for yourself the persistence of what others do for you.

    Persist in wishing for yourself what others would do for you.

    Wish others would do what you persistently do for them.

    Wish for yourself what you persistently do for others.

    Do for your persistent wishes what you do for others.

    For others persistently do what you wish for yourself.

    For yourself do persistently what you wish of others.

    Wish persistently for others while doing for yourself.

    Persistently wish others to do for yourself.

    Do persistently what you wish.

    Wish for others.

    Do for you.

    Persist.

  • The Stigma of Mental Health Medications, Health, and Self

    Introduction: Stigma

    In the course of therapy, sometimes we reach a point in which one’s mental and emotional struggles are so overwhelming that it’s time, or past time, to consider the option of taking psychiatric medication. When I was growing up, psychiatric medication experienced a sort of revolution with the popularization of antidepressants such as Prozac and treatments for ADHD such as Ritalin. As is often the case when new technology and medication bursts onto the scene, some people run toward it with great enthusiasm, while others wring their hands in fear over what it will do to us as a species.

    When I was a depressed teenager considering medication, I listened to those arguments and my older Internet friends who passed their concerns along to me, and it made me resistant to trying. The fears they expressed, which I sat with, were that psychiatric drugs would strip us of our individuality or turn us into numb little sheep incapable of producing anything creative, beautiful, original, or courageous. Other concerns were that treating depression with medication put the blame solely internally—that it was me and my bad attitude that was the problem, not my circumstances.

    Fortunately, psychiatric medication has increasingly lost its stigma over the years and become more normalized, but these fears and concerns persist, and they often show up when people deep in their emotional suffering are invited to explore taking medication as an option.

    Before I go further, I want to clarify that I am a Master’s-level mental health clinician with no training in prescribing medications to care for mental and emotional distress. Thus I am not able to advise you on whether you should take medications or what to take. I can provide certain factual data supported by scientific evidence. And I can support you in how you think about and decide whether to take medication.

    As I’ve gone through my own journeys as a person and a therapist, I continue to think there are legitimate questions and skepticism around the psychiatric model of care, and at the same time there are very clear merits to treatment that should not be dismissed outright. When one is deep in emotional turmoil, stuck for a long time, there is no shame in taking medication as a part of one’s treatment plan. Psychotherapy is about learning to swim in the waters of the soul, but if you’re drowning, that is not the time to learn how to swim. The priority is to stop drowning.

    Yet concerns persist for those considering it: Am I becoming dependent on a bunch of chemicals? Will I lose what makes me me? Will I become numb and disconnected from reality? Am I betraying my authenticity?

    Concern: Chemicals

    A contradiction often unacknowledged by those concerned about becoming dependent on medication, often voiced as “chemicals,” is that they usually are already using substances to deal with their mental and emotional problems. Indeed, they’re often using drugs and alcohol, or behaviors like sex, shopping, gambling. What they’re not using are drugs prescribed by a trained physician or nurse practitioner, in an accountable and collaborative relationship.

    The concern about putting chemicals in one’s body may be a gloss over more nuanced concerns, but on its face it is incomplete. We are always putting chemicals in our body. Our mood and thoughts are shaped as much by the food we eat and the water we drink as they are by whatever else we put in our bodies.

    The irony is how often these unprescribed drugs reinforce and complicate problems. Alcohol is a depressant, but one frequently turned to by depressed people. Methamphetamines and opioids are chemicals that some bodies need support manufacturing, but taking them ad hoc from your friend behind the gas station is quite a different experience than taking them in a collaborative relationship with a prescribing physician who is informed about the secondary effects they may have on your body.

    Within these concerns is I think a mistrust of pharmaceuticals as “manufactured” or corporate-promoted chemicals with a bias toward “natural” things as being intrinsically better for us. About this, conversations are being had. But we may also again not notice the contradictions and unexamined assumptions we make. What does “nature” really mean? What does it mean for something to be processed or synthesized? Fermentation is a natural process, but alcohol in the form we consume it is not found in the wild. Nicotine is a plant whose overconsumption can really hurt our lungs and hearts, and depending on the brand of cigarettes, it may get paired with a whole host of other chemicals.

    Nature is a place of wonder and majesty, and a great deal of the natural world is fatal to humans. Our whole experience has been about navigating this ongoing tension, finding ways to make a safe place for ourselves and transform nature into what benefits us.

    Concern: Authenticity

    It is so strange that having mental or emotional distress often requires us to become little philosophers grappling with the big questions when all we may want is to get through the day without a panic attack. Who am I? What is authenticity? Am I my mental illness?

    Increasingly the word “authenticity” feels unhelpful to me, for I experience all of us as tiny worlds of rich, diverse, and contradictory parts of self. At the same time, there is something true about it. We can feel when we are not being ourselves—when all of our relationships are based on a facade that feels exhausting to maintain. When we are hiding from everyone in our life something true about ourselves, something about which we feel shame. That shame-based hiding of parts of self is I think what authenticity points toward. It’s not that the facade is not who I am, but it is only one part of me, and every part of me wants to be loved.

    I’ve noticed that this fear around losing authenticity seems particular to people suffering mood disorders such as depressive or Bipolar conditions. Very few folks experiencing intense anxiety and panic tend to identify with those parts of themselves in a protective way. Nevertheless, there is something about these mood states that do feel important, valuable, and sometimes the idea of medicating feels like abandoning those parts of us.

    This is a concern worthy of holding in awareness and paying attention to while you’re trying medications. It’s not one with a simple answer, but one that can only be explored by trying and staying in relationship with your care providers. In some cases, I’ve observed people feeling like the medication helps them to be more of themselves—they start to see how their manic or depressive parts took so much oxygen that there was little space for other parts of them. In some cases, folks seem to feel they can hold their moods more effectively, but the moods do not totally go away. In some cases, people feel numb and detached and decide this is a sign the particular medication is not right for them.

    The United States of Medication by Halacious, courtesy of Unsplash.com

    Concern: Agency

    Given our unique histories with authority, mental health providers and medical caregivers, we may not trust them to act in a way that’s collaborative and supporting our own health goals. We may fear that they’ll medicate us in a way that makes us numb, placated sheep, trying to kill our uniqueness and originality.

    These concerns are not irrational, and your concerns and desires should be included in any relationship you have with a health provider. If you are working with a medical provider you do not trust to listen to you, take your needs seriously, and support your health goals, then you have every right to be suspicious. I hope you are able to address that with your provider or find someone who is a better fit.

    It is appropriate to have some skepticism of any treatment. Assuming any kind of therapy or practice is the solution to all your problems is itself a big problem. At best, this ungrounded hope sets you up for disappointment that may lead you to give up too quickly when things get hard. At worst, the attitude makes you susceptible to snake oil peddlers and cult leaders willing to exploit your suffering for their profit and ego.

    Concern: Independence

    Trying psychiatric medication complicates our notions of independence in a few ways, one of which was addressed in the topic of “Agency” with regard to collaborating with medical providers versus deciding for one’s self what to do.

    The other complication is, I think, rooted in a Western notion of the ego that is incomplete. We have this bias of thinking that “Who I am,” my uniqueness, is this specific quality that needs to be protected from the devouring forces of the external world. On the other side of this idea is a fear that becoming dependent on something we cannot make ourselves, like a drug, means that we’ll be helpless and easily victimized.

    It’s very humbling to consider the possibility that our very experience of reality and truth may be determined by factors we cannot choose and manage alone, like our neurobiology, our diet, our environment, political realities, emotional contagion from the people around us, the historical age in which we live, our culture. If you believe in spiritual realities, you might add a whole host of other unconscious and unchosen influences.

    With all that we’ve been learning about the body and the Self in the past century, it’s clear to me that the Self is ecological, a microbiome within larger biomes. We’re a meatsack with a running nervous system, but we also house all manner of bacteria in our digestive system that weren’t made from our bodies or our DNA. And if they’re not doing well, they can really affect our mood. And without them, we’re screwed.

    For some, taking a psychiatric medication feels like an admission of defeat. They believe that strength and self-control means being able to dominate one’s mental and emotional states through sheer internal will. Yet I believe this to be a distortion of the nature of will. Will is more about how we do things than what we do. To decide to take a medication to offset the brain’s tendency to absorb too much serotonin, for example, is an act of will. It is making a conscious choice to utilize one’s available options toward one’s own goals, and requires consistent practice and follow-through.

    Conclusion: Health

    One aspect that becomes clear in these conversations is the painful way that morality gets blended with health, diminishing both. When we make the choice to use medication or not a commentary on our moral worth or virtue, we are in a bind that ironically means we care more about others’ judgments of us than our own wellbeing.

    If it works for you, if it makes your life better and moves you toward your health goals, who cares? That person who is judging you for needing medication? What do they know? Do they have to live with your brain every day?

    Illness is a natural state of the body, and much is beyond our control in terms of what tendencies we inherit toward physical and mental or emotional health. “Healthy” has become another word we substitute as a moralizing judgment on behavior, with rarely any clear foundation in science or grounded in the context of the individual’s actual health needs.

    There is no objective criteria for “health” that is universally agreed upon, and seeking such may not be useful. What is useful is identifying your health goals, and using those to evaluate what supports and interventions move you toward them. If you are satisfied with your health, then whatever structures you set up are working for you, whether that’s eating vegan and jogging daily, or whether that’s seeing three different therapists a week and taking meds twice a day.

    If your goal is to not think about suicide every day, you could try all kinds of things, including medication. There’s no one answer. For some people, certain medications increase suicidality, so that outcome would be unhelpful. Maybe it turns out taking dance classes was the better move. Maybe it turns out all you needed was Prozac for a few months. Maybe you just need a space away from oppressive assholes and be surrounded by people who love you. Maybe you need all of these things and medications.

    You get to decide what your health goals are, and you deserve to work with people who will help you think through all your options and find the right choices that work for you. Unfortunately, that can be a long process of trial and error even under ideal circumstances, and just the process of putting together a good health team may be a challenge.

    Whether you choose to try medication or not is your decision, but let it be your decision. Let it be an option that you consider fully.

  • Medicine for Melancholia

    “There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you will still get the same soaking. This understanding extends to everything.”

    ― Tsunetomo Yamamoto, The Hagakure: A code to the way of samurai

    There is no escape from the hardships of this time.

    That thought keeps coming to me throughout the year as I experience my life and support my friends and clients in the United States. I see that so much of what we turn to for ease, pleasure, relief, or escape has been taken from us or overrun by our problems.

    Trying to find a way around it, a way to make things easier, ends up leading back to the problem. Some of us try to ignore the virus and reopen the economy, and it still runs rampant causing long-term illness and death. Some of us judge each other’s choices and try to shame others into getting on board with their protocol, yet people continue to act like people and make choices we think are stupid. Others of us try to just focus on what we can manage and our own risk levels, yet other people’s behavior still impacts our lives.

    Even for the luckiest among us, weariness, boredom, and conflict seems pervasive. The veil continues to be pulled back, revealing the mess we are truly in, and with all revelation the urge is to shrink back and turn away. Yet in this time, it seems there is nowhere to turn. We fear being devoured by the distress, and the stress of trying to escape only escalates us.

    We can practice accepting and becoming present in the conditions of our life without diving into the devouring pit of our suffering. Our human life is about our bodies anchoring to the ground and our heads opening to the sky. Not to be floating above the earth in a dreamy, untroubled daze, or buried under the weight of suffering. The Buddhist teachings of Pema Chödron speak of this as creative hopelessness or “the wisdom of no escape.”

    From my perspective, this is the medicine of Saturn, that mythic-astrological master of discipline, hardship, illness, melancholia, and limitation. It is a dark, bitter medicine. We don’t necessarily like it, it doesn’t feel good, and it helps.

    Early in my therapist days I heard the wisdom, “The best way to work through your depression is to do anything.” When everything in your body and soul tells you to shut down, exerting yourself is a balm. You may not be able to shower, but you get out of bed. You may feel dead inside, but you go to work. You don’t have to act like you feel something you don’t—in fact, I think it’s better not to—but you push yourself a little harder than you want.

    In a melancholic state, when life feels empty and without point, it is an act of hope and faith to keep tending that life. The hope and faith is that, if you can keep tending the life you have, eventually the depression will end and you will be able to enjoy it again.

    The paradox is that, in this state, generally we feel neither hope nor faith. Everything in us tells us with certainty that there is no point. Every activity feels immeasurably harder, and our energy levels so much lower. You could be utterly certain that life is meaningless and you’re a pile of shit, and still decide to feed and walk the dog. That effort is the Saturnian medicine.

    In these days, the Saturnian medicine could be wearing a mask even though it’s unpleasant. Having the hard conversations on purpose. Listening to what you do not want to hear. Speaking the truth you are afraid to say. Moving through the entire day sober. Doing a morning spiritual practice, even if it feels empty. Getting dressed for work even if you’re not leaving the house. Eating a salad for lunch instead of totwaffles and syrupchup for the third day in a row.

    Such exercise and effort is as much about avoiding or slowing the rate of decline as it is to make gains. After a certain point in life, we may stop exercising with the hope of getting that dream body to impress others. Instead, we may lift weights because exerting ourselves is a kind of joy and affirmation of aliveness. We may lift weights, though it is unpleasant, because doing so means we live with less pain in our backs and more energy during the day.

    Turning toward the pain and exerting ourselves are oppositional forces with generative friction. In exercise, my temptation was always to do easy stuff and feel great about how hard I worked without breaking a sweat; or to do really hard stuff and injure myself. Instead, we can find the edge of our strength and tolerance and press gently against it, working to the point of exhaustion and then stopping.

    Then, rest. Stop doing. Read a book instead of doomscrolling. Sit in quietude. Go to bed early. See how that goes.

    This piece begins with a quote from the Hagakure that I first encountered through the movie Ghost Dog: Way of the Samurai. Taken far out of context, it speaks to me of a stoic determination and acceptance of what is that brings with it a certain grace and softness. If we accept that we will get wet, we make available to ourselves the energy and presence that would have been wasted in avoidance and frustration.

    Photo by Jack Finnegan courtesy of Unsplash.com

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    “In the Midnight Hour” Book Cover

    From writer, witch, and licensed therapist Anthony Rella comes a collection of short essays on emotions, boundaries, disappointment, guilt, hope, shame, intimacy, and connection. Written with the warm voice of a caring and patient friend, these essays help guide the reader to their own center where they can find power, balance, and joy not despite difficult moments and emotions, but because of them.

    Blurb from Gods & Radicals Press

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  • Unbinding from Powerlessness, Rage, and Returning to Power

    Cynthia Wang of the Kellogg School at my alma mater, Northwestern University, has an academic interest in conspiracy thinking, and has engaged in a number of studies that have teased apart factors that influence the likelihood to conspiracy-mindedness. In a recent article, she suggests that people who feel disempowered or lacking in agency are more prone to finding conspiracies, both in the larger sense of what we think about as “conspiracy thinking” but also within their organizations. Wang’s prescription to address conspiracy mindedness is to work with the person to help them identify their goals and clear pathways to their goals, nurturing a sense of agency and personal control.

    Wang’s insight adds nuance to the suggestion that conspiracy thinking is a reaction against a world that feels discordant and beyond control, a way to establish control when agency feels far away. Jessica Stillman at Inc.com suggests Wang’s approach as a way of engaging with folks who have been enfolded into the QAnon conspiracy phenomenon, to help them think about goals and concrete steps they can take in their life.

    Overall, I agree that empowerment is a better move than arguing with the conspiracy itself. As we’ve learned through decades of research, once people form beliefs, those beliefs prove remarkably resilient even when they are factually disproven. Indeed there is evidence that arguing with someone’s belief using facts is more likely to reinforce that person’s belief than cause them to reflect and abandon it.

    Factually countering something like a conspiracy theory is like trying to weed dandelions by cutting them off at the stem. Unless we get all the way to the root, the dandelion will simply grow back. To be truly effective, we need to look to the roots, which requires a measure of compassion.

    What I find useful in such conversations is to recognize when we’ve become enmeshed in a battle for who defines reality and to pivot toward exploring the deeper motivations of the other person. The question I tend to use to do this pivot is some variation of, “(If all that you’re saying is true,) How does it affect you?” (The parenthetical comment is rarely spoken but for my own sake I remember that I am not necessarily embracing their reality.)

    When pivoting in this way, we need to commit to moving toward genuine curiosity and concern. Most people, I find, intuitively sense this is a disarming move and respond with some measure of wariness. If there’s a sense that there is an agenda to use the information against them, they’re not going to open up. In a sense, this pivot is about letting go of the effort to argue about realities and to become curious about what in the other person’s life is engendering the powerlessness that has made their reality attractive.

    If we can keep going, exploring where they feel powerless or stuck, we might be able to help simply by witnessing and caring about their feelings. Often this alone helps people to feel less isolated and overwhelmed, and helps them ground long enough to come up new ideas. You might ask if they’re interested in suggestions, or you might ask them more questions about where they feel stuck and if they have resources.

    What Wang suggests, and I find to be true, is that when we help address the underlying powerlessness, anger, and fear, and help each other find our own power, then the need for a grand theory of our powerlessness becomes less important. We also have opportunities to create solidarity with each other, or offer other suggestions for concrete actions that build power.

    Emotional Fatigue, Justice, and the Long Game

    The merit of learning approaches like Wang’s is that it gives us another way to intervene when we are advocating for change and encounter people who are extremely hostile or appear to inhabit a separate sphere of reality. When we cannot follow each others’ intellectual labyrinths, we can move into the territory of the heart and will, which tend to be more relatable and accessible.

    Debates about lizard people and time travel is not something I have any interest in, but I sure understand what it’s like to feel out of control and afraid about the way things are today. Instead of yelling at each other to think right or do better, we have an opportunity to help each other ground, remember what we want, and think about what paths are available to move toward that. From a public policy perspective, Wang’s insight points to the sense that much of our unrest today is rooted in a sense that our citizens do not know what is possible or how to pursue their goals.

    A green brick wall, attached to which is a surveillance camera. Photo by Edward Howell, courtesy of Unsplash.

    When I suggest this work, I hear from folks who are annoyed that I am asking them to do more emotional labor, especially with people who are harming them or seem bound to ignore them. In the case of QAnon, it is apparent that popular QAnon beliefs are retreads of long-running anti-Semitic tropes. The whole story of child sacrifice, sex cults, harvesting the blood of innocents to drink for their vitalizing powers, secret cabals of wealthy people—these get dragged out in different clothes during periods of social crisis to make Jewish people the scapegoats of larger tensions

    So am I asking Jewish people to be kind, thoughtful, and patient with QAnon supporters? No. I do not think anyone is obligated to coddle bigotry and scapegoating, especially not the people most impacted by it. And if someone has been striving to engage in the hard conversations and is feeling burnt out and tired of doing everyone else’s emotional work, I think it is better for the world if you focus on what restores your spirit and gives you strength and joy.

    In the long run, I have always been more interested in effectiveness than what feels emotionally satisfying. And sometimes being effective looks like “losing,” letting a battle go or end, not adding that parting shot, not jumping to the attack of every bit of misinformation or every baiting comment. Sometimes being effective means learning to let go of the noise of the ideology and redirect attention to the emotional and material roots from which these beliefs have grown.

    In working with misogynistic men, for example, it is not always effective to combat the misogynistic words directly. Instead, we may need to acknowledge and set aside the misogyny to seek out the unmet needs and feelings, the frustrations and the hurt. Once those deeper pains have been surfaced, we also discover the genuine urge for authentic connection, the genuine feelings of shame and guilt, and the possibility to help these men learn the skills they need to get these needs met for real.

    Another critique, related to the first, is that it is easier for privileged people to engage in the work of meeting a hostile person where they’re at and helping them identify their emotional needs, which is true. I would clarify by pointing toward why privilege makes it easier—it’s easy for people not directly impacted to set aside the aggression of the attack and go to the deeper need. It’s easier for me as a non-Jewish person to be patient in conversation when I am not at existential threat from anti-Semitism. All the more reason for me to be the one to do this, when I have the resources.

    I find the most persuasive conversations and movement happens when people can have honest conversations that are not polarizing, in which they feel heard and taken seriously—not necessarily their ideas, but the emotions beneath the ideas. I find these conversations really do not work in unmoderated public spaces like Facebook.

    And also I find these days it seems like you only get social justice credibility when you call people out in public spaces where others can see. A long-term, supportive yet confrontational kind of relating feels unfashionable and uncomfortable because it means that there are times we might choose to preserve the relationship instead of a direct attack, or to address things in private.

    For me, there are times I’ll wait until I sense the other person is open to hearing another perspective, and that could take a very long time. I do not always interrupt other people’s conversations and erode the relationship with arguments that are more likely to generate heat than light. I still make time to express my perspective in a space where I can set the frame for the conversation I want.

    And in the meantime, a part of me wonders what I would do if someone called me out in a public post and demand I account for my relationship with a person they consider problematic. My way of relating invites mistrust that we are simply collaborating with people like us, and that is a risk.

    Compassion is present, but compassion is not simply agreeing with everything a person says and making excuses because they’re having a hard week. What we see on the surface is not the entirety of the truth, and compassion gives us a pathway to the roots.

    I don’t believe public arguments and call-outs are intrinsically wrong. They are different tactics that serve different purposes, and have value in situations where a personal connection is impossible to establish or dangerous, or the community needs protection when the subject of the call-out has proven they cannot be accountable in good faith. Without strength, kindness loses its potency. But without kindness, strength is simple cruelty.

    Return to Power

    In conclusion, I feel Wang’s insight is applicable to many of us right now. Across the political spectrum, I see our extreme manifestations of terror, anger, and despondency as reactions to the instability of the ground on which we stand, and feeling a lack of agency in life. Sinking into the feelings of powerlessness and overwhelm, remembering your goals, and figuring out what concrete steps you can take toward your own goals have all become more important since the election of 2016, and since the pandemic almost a daily necessity. The problems facing us seem so huge and insurmountable that it crushes us.

    When we feel powerless, we are at risk of spinning out into anger, fear, and rage. We need to feel heard by someone who cares, who can then help us remember what agency we have in the world. If you can offer that to someone, that is wonderful. If you need that, think about who in your life might be able to offer that. If you cannot think of anyone, you might try the following:

    Notice your relationship to the ground. Notice how the ground is supporting you right now, and see if you can start slowing your breathing down. As you inhale, notice the tension you’re carrying in your body. Notice what feelings you’re having. As you exhale, see if you can let the ground take more of that tension. See if you can sink into that which you’re sitting upon and let it hold your weight. Notice your back.

    If you can, as you breathe in, imagine you can breathe into your belly center, our center of gravity and movement, a place of power in many traditions. Just breathe into your power, and let yourself be supported. Ask your body, what does it need right now? What would help?

    If an answer comes, see if you can make a plan to move toward that.

    If the answer seems impractical, ask yourself, how would I feel if I had this thing I need? And if you get an answer, imagine that you can breathe that feeling into your body. Imagine a time when you had that feeling, if needed, and see if you can give it room in yourself.

    Think about something you want, and one concrete step you could take today that could move you toward that want. Even if that want would be impossible to accomplish today, there could be one thing you do that moves you toward it. It could be an incredibly simple, small step. Do an Internet search about it. Find a book about it. The smallest step is the best step.

    If you can think of nothing else, look around your space for something you can clean, and clean it.

  • Rhythm and Discord: Conspiracy Thinking, Deep Troubles, and Anxiety

    When I had the lovely opportunity to participate in Patrick Farnsworth’s Last Born in the Wilderness podcast, he asked a question about conspiracy thinking. I answered from the perspective I had at the time, but in that conversation my perspective began to change.

    New insights often come through me through speaking and writing, things I had not considered until they were named, as though they lay in wait for their moment to slip through my very active analytical mind and startle me.  As we spoke, I said something about the idea of a world in total control was an illusion, but then I also, as an afterthought, noted that a world of total randomness was its own illusion.

    In my early days of training as a therapist, I gravitated toward an Existentialist tradition of therapy. In brief, very brief, my understanding of an Existentialist perspective is that anxiety is a response to apprehending the fundamental meaninglessness and chaos of the world. We clothe ourselves in stories of meaning, purpose, and control for comfort, but freedom requires the shedding of this control, that we may discover the meaning is generated within. Anxiety, as Kierkegaard said, is “the dizziness of freedom.”

    Doing therapy from this perspective, standing with my clients as we face the chasm of meaninglessness together, is both more harsh than I care to be these days, and paradoxically an expression of an archetypal Western meaning of heroism. We become the brave ones who face the storm to strengthen our inner fires and bring light to the world.

    For a time, I needed that truth. Like many twentysomethings I was paralyzed by the dread of making a “bad” choice while experiencing every obstacle as a sign that I was on the wrong path. As though there was a god watching who knew the right way but refused to come out and tell me what it was. Letting go of that story of external authority freed me to take ownership over my life.

    So when I talked to Patrick, I was coming from a mindset that the tendency to develop conspiracy theory — to see the world as ruled by hidden masters webbed together through occult alliance — was its own comforting story of order, though horrifying in its own way. Someone is in control, even if they are malevolent. As I spoke, however, I sensed my thinking was incomplete and preparing to shift.

    A man, whose head is cut off by the photo, appearing to enter a red door. Photo by Ty Williams, courtesy of Unsplash.com.

    For what we may call conspiracies—secret political operations that people in power lie about or cover-up—do happen. There are times that people in power do exert control and influence over the world through secret operations, as almost anyone in a Latin American or Middle Eastern or African country whose democratically elected leader was overthrown in a coup instigated or funded by the United States could tell you. People in power do lie and bring harm to the people for whom they are supposed to care, such as the Black men of the Tuskeegee Experiment, who were told they’d receive care for syphilis but were left untreated, so the disease’s full progression could be studied, even when a cure became available.

    It is also true that, in this world, our plans and efforts to control are frequently thwarted by circumstance, luck, fortune, the turning of history. One could keep drawing the perspective out, like a fractal, and see how those unfortunate incidents themselves emerge from the conditions of the moment—while not unleashed intentionally, they may arise inevitably, as our human influence on the climate feeds back into increasing the likelihood and intensity of natural disaster.

    Recognizing causality is not necessarily the same as being in control—like the alcoholic who is anticipating cirrhosis of the liver. They may know this will be the end of the path, but not when the damage will be severe enough to harm them, or past the point of recovery. They may intellectually know that drinking is harming them, but that knowing does not stop the parts of them that drink.

    It is also true that many strains of conspiracy theory emerge from and feed into anti-Semitism. Though this is not the focus of this essay, it cannot be overstated how often you scratch a conspiracy theory’s surface and find at its center anti-Semitic tropes that have re-emerged over centuries as new glosses on old stories attempting to pin all contemporary ills on Jewish people.

    The world is neither utter randomness and meaninglessness; nor is it completely ruled by totalitarian control. That is where our distress arises: the inescapable and uncontrollable coexistence of chaos and order.

    The Tension of Unpredictability and Maps of Knowing

    Once I spoke with a BDSM coach—stay with me here—about how one induces “catharsis” in a flogging scene. A top can purposefully guide their bottom toward an emotional outburst and release. It’s not the pain itself. If the top is flogging with a regular, metered rhythm, the bottom can relax and move into trance space.

    What guides catharsis is the execution of randomness and unpredictability. Striking the bottom at sporadic and changing intervals, switching intensities and even tools in such a way that the bottom cannot intuit a pattern and anticipate what’s coming.

    Our hearts beat in regular rhythm, our days and nights pass in predictable patterns. We can relax into these rhythms, which is adaptable in its way. Why waste energy stressing about problems that aren’t happening? The shelves are stocked with food, we have clean water, we have a daily routine of going to work and coming home. Any change would throw us into the stress of the unpredictable, and risks the emotional response that comes from feeling powerless and out of control.

    This insight was used to great effect in my home state’s pandemic response, where the Governor frequently telegraphed the changes that would happen a few days before they were enacted. Rather than us waking up to the news that restaurants were closed, we had time to mentally adjust to the change. To not have too much disruption at once. 

    Contrast this with the chaos of a hypothetical leader who makes decisions as though on impulse, announcing them on social media before even informing important stakeholders that a decision is in the works. Whether the mark of an intentional mastermind or an impulsive fool, the effect is the same—it creates tension and confusion, knocks others off balance. 

    We tense up when we don’t know what’s coming and don’t know how to prepare for what’s coming. Instinctively, when dissonance arises, we want to bring it back into rhythm. We seek entrainment, the process by which discordant systems bring each other into alignment.

    Should we have workable rhythms, we build upon them a theory of the world that explains how life works. But then we encounter disruption. A horrible, chaotic event whose trauma scars that sense of rhythm and regularity. Illness or personal catastrophe. A pandemic erupts. Someone goes into a school and murders children. It becomes harder to get a job, to pay rent, to go about one’s daily life.

    These events may be, in a personal sense, without meaning. It may look like complete discord that exposes a vulnerability in our theory of the world. Now we have to make sense of things to re-find a sense of rhythm. Upending and re-examining all of our beliefs about the world takes a great deal of energy. Far more efficient is to find a way to mentally explain, justify, or shift the event back into our existing theory.

    When one has a suspicion of corporate greed, political corruption, and a sense that those with power and money do not have the interests of the people at heart, those seeds could grow a variety of ideologies. Every advancement of medicine might look like a threat of encroachment and control. Or, the medicine itself might look good, but the profiteering corporation that limits access is evil. Or, we could see the disease as increasing dependency on the government, and even see the government having created it. Or, we could see the disease as a natural phenomenon but the government and private corporations colluding on maximizing profit and minimizing support to the people.

    The distress around the figure of the conspiracy theorist is, I think, twofold. The first is the unsettling experience of seeing that a person can inhabit a reality completely contrary to our own, while otherwise not being much different than we are. For the difference between the conspiracy theorist and the knowledgable historian is less obvious than is comfortable.

    Once, in casual conversation, I was stunned to learn a coworker believed the moon landing was staged. What unsettled me the most was her ease and how coherent her reasoning was. There was nothing to argue. It exposed the seams of my own believing. I’d never been to the moon. I don’t know anyone who has been to the moon. She and I had all the same evidence but came to different conclusions. In an objective sense, one of us must be right and the other wrong, but how could either of us prove it?

    A person holding a glowing orb that looks like the Moon. Photo by Drew Tilk, courtesy of Unsplash.com.

    To be in a world with so much information available demands that we develop sophisticated maps to organize and filter information. I literally cannot take the time needed to validate every truth claim about reality that undergirds my living. Some things I accept because it’s grounded in a context of knowledge that is workable to me, such as assuming my science teachers didn’t lie to me. Meeting a person who fundamentally rejects that context throws me into a state of tension. 

    How do I know what I know? What ruptures of knowing do I smooth over to make my life workable? How do my maps of knowledge obscure the ways my behavior is guided by instinct, conditioning, marketing, propaganda, or other forces? What if, as Patacelsus says, my ego story of why I make the decisions I make and believe what I believe are merely public relations campaigns to justify decisions that arose from deeper, instinctive domains of being?

    When I imagine a workable model of reality, one that can hold both chaos and order as realities that coexist, I think about listening to rap music while driving. There have been moments when, no matter how many times I’d listened to a song, I would have a moment of panic when I heard a police siren, suddenly sure I was about to pulled over for some offense I couldn’t understand in the moment.

    Then I’d look around and not see anyone behind me, and realize the siren was a sample in the song itself. “Why the hell would they do that?” I, a middle class white guy, often wondered. Now I see that what I experienced was a glimpse into the experience of the Black artist. A rhythm, and then the disruptive threat of the police.

    Rap, Hip Hop, and Industrial music do the aesthetic work of weaving together the discord and the beauty, the rhythm and the record scratch, of urban and industrial worlds .

    A Snake Devouring Itself

    What has struck me profoundly this year is how much this pandemic has amplified a profound ambivalence about modernity. For example—as social distancing and work from home mandates have made us more dependent upon technology, such that having a strong 5G network would be very helpful, there is a movement of suspicion and rejection of 5G. We can see parallel movements around vaccination and masking.

    It is almost like a social-psychic immune system instinctively recognizing and mobilizing against the intrusion of a foreign presence in the body. But is that intrusion a life-stealing parasite, threatening to destroy the whole system; or is it a life-saving replacement organ? One’s answer to this question necessarily determines how one feels about that immune system response.

    Our diagnosis of the illness encircles our imagination and limits what we would see as cure. Which brings us to the second troubling facet of the figure of the conspiracy theorist: if we inhabit such different foundational premises of the world, if our diagnoses and cures are fundamentally opposed, how can we find solution?

    Beneath our politicized conflicts are underlying, dare I say archetypal, tensions — anger at being dominated by another person’s will versus fear of being hurt by another person’s selfishness; excitement for the possibilities created by technology versus deep concern about technological disruptions to our natural organisms and ecosystems; the need for collective solidarity versus the risk of being exploited.

    These archetypes become embedded and expressed through the particular, through intellectual justifications and exercises that can continue indefinitely and never resolve the underlying tensions, which are embodied, emotional, and relational. In a sense, agreeing about the moon landing only matters if it affects our ability to trust each other and work together to find solutions to the problems before us.

    We need a container strong enough to separate out and hold the tension of these polarized forces, bring them into confrontation as equals that they may witness each other. From this confrontation comes the synthesis that moves forward. Not “finding a middle ground,” which tends to be an intellectual compromise that seeks to bypass the conflict. But rather for the edges to truly see each other, find what is valid about the other polarity’s concerns, both understanding and being understood, and in that process for the solution to emerge.

    Jungian therapy taught us to see the underlying archetypes from which these conflicts emerge, and turn toward the soul as the sacred container in which the tension of these opposites can give rise to the synthesizing force. 

    When it comes to our larger culture, the sacred containers could be those institutions of meaning and law that we share in common—the school, the research institute, the government, the court of law, the church—but in the current climate, those containers are neither shared nor well-sealed. With every chaotic shock that disrupts our rhythm, with every increasing catastrophe, we experience more emotional catharsis without containment. 

    These forces are greater than us, but as we are their hands and ears and feet and tongues upon the earth, they must act through us, through our own particularity. That gives us a power if we are able to slow ourselves down to see it. That gives us the opportunity to breathe and see how these serpents fight in our being, a moment of choosing, of finding the seams in our thinking and leaning into the discord rather than smoothing it over.

    Not to accept each other’s intellectual reality, necessarily, but to find where our polarities agree—perhaps, as an example, that none of us want to feel controlled, and also none of us want to be put thoughtlessly at risk by another person’s stupidity. And if we find a space where those premises align, there is a foundation on which we can build.

    I have to honor the recent Last Born in the Wilderness conversation between Patrick and Bayo Akomolafe for spurring this continued thinking.

  • If Wearing a Mask Stresses You, Try This

    Recently it occurred to me that some of the resistance to mask-wearing as a method to reduce the risk of spreading COVID19 could emerge from genuine distress. I hear some people who do not have other medical reasons for being unable to wear a mask complain of feeling unable to breathe, or “gasping for air,” while wearing a mask.

    If I were to take this complaint as a good faith report of their personal experience, it’s entirely possible that they could be experiencing symptoms of panic. The reasons for this could be myriad and by no means am I diagnosing you or able to provide a diagnosis over the Internet, without us having an appointment.

    However, I can provide information about what panic could look like, and offer this practice below, which may be something you could try to see if you can become more comfortable with mask-wearing. If you find practicing this causes you more distress, do stop the video and seek additional support from a medical or mental health professional.

  • In Uncertainty, Return to Basics

    My Aikido dojo has been doing online practice classes since the lockdown began, a complex gift as it is such an embodied, connected practice; and yet some practice is better than no practice. In a recent class, Sensei had us do a basic staff strike, one I’d already practiced perhaps hundreds of times. “At this level of practice it should be a relief,” he said, like coming back to an old friend. comforting amidst the stressors of practicing at a higher level with greater intensity and depth.

    Foundational practices tend to be tedious and typically ones that enthusiastic beginners want to rush through on the way to getting to the real stuff. The glory stuff. The scary stuff. Yet it is these practices that never leave us, and make it possible to meet the demands of the heavy stuff. Basics never leave us. When we move into overwhelming complexity, we can return to them—for relief, but also as an opportunity to practice new depths, receive new teachings, and discover challenges we were too inexperienced to face before. In the basics are the entirety of the discipline.

    There is a practice I learned from my honored former spiritual teacher, which is available in their book Evolutionary Witchcraft, which has many variations. We use a cup of water, and intentional breathing. We identify that within us that needs cleansing, releasing, or forgiveness. We use toning of a sacred sound to enact that transformation.

    This is a practice I’ve also done perhaps hundreds of times and still am seeking to master. Recently I reflected on its components in the light of all that I’ve learned about the nervous system and the psyche since I first practiced it. Certain practices are found to soothe the stress response, bringing us to a state of calmness, such as toning or singing, drinking water, slowing down the breath, and consciously labeling our painful feelings. All of which is contained in this simple ritual.

    The explanation given as to how this practice “worked” was quite different from a discussion of vagal theory, with language that emerged from and reflected the spiritual and cultural context in which the practice was embedded. We have hundreds to thousands of practices like this, practices of our ancestors, which a post-“Enlightenment” rationalism dismissed as superstition, and now have “rediscovered” and packaged with fancier, scientific language. Now we talk about the vagal nerve, the parasympathetic nervous system, the hemispheres of the brain. Like it didn’t count until we could scientifically justify it.

    Even our current explanations as to why and how these practices “work” are wrong in some way that we’ve yet to discover. New paradigms will come that overturn our thinking and explanatory models. Yet no matter what we call it, or why we think it works, we’ll find that breathing slowly, soft gaze, drinking water, singing and chanting, dancing in community, and visualization affects us in a calming and enlivening way.

    We do not always have to understand intellectually how things work, or why they are, to benefit from the practice. Sometimes understanding emerges from engaging in the practice repeatedly, allowing it to teach us, watching how it shifts our experience. The practice always has something new to teach us.

    In a sense, our work is to both let the practice teach us, and to enliven the practice by passing it along with the language and knowing of the age in which we live.

    I am thinking of this, with great relief, in the midst of an existential crisis. The problems are enormous and overwhelming, greater than any one of us can solve, and right now the possibility of mass cooperation seems quite unlikely. I hear so many of us wondering what’s the point, why bother, and how we can meaningfully participate in this situation. I hear many of us hoping for there to be a clear answer and finding none.

    As a therapist, I’ve accumulated many tricks, pieces of sharp insight, and helpful knowings, and still there are times when sitting with a client and we reach a moment that feels so overwhelming and insoluble that we fall silent in the face of it. I feel both of us longing for a simple solution. And often, the best move is to return to a basic, foundational practice.

    For me, that is listening. Deeply. To seek understanding of the client, both who they are and where they struggle, on their own terms. Without that foundation of listening, attunement, and understanding, all the complex and exciting interventions fail.

    My greatest offering is to practice that deep listening, and in the listening and seeking to understand, a safety emerges that makes possible for the answers begin to unfold in their own time.

    It is a relief to return to the practice of simply listening, like reconnecting with an old friend. A friend who still has mysteries to teach and challenges to offer. The entirety of the therapeutic discipline is contained in learning to listen well. How do I know I am listening? How does the client know I am listening? What helps me to understand? What helps the client to feel understood? What emerges in that space when listening and understanding connect?

    You have your own work, your own disciplines that you follow, and I offer to you today the invitation to consider what your foundational practices are. What is a basic skill to which you can return? What can it teach you today about the work before you?

    If nothing else, remember that caring for yourself is a discipline and offers its own basics. Drinking enough water. Eating well. Sleep hygiene. Moving your body. Resting your body.

    A photo of a child in silhouette, playing a piano, by Kelly Sikkema, courtesy of Unsplash.com
  • Washington Therapy Fund

    Anthony Rella PLLC has contributed to Ashley McGirt’s Washington Therapy Fund.

    From the fund site:

     I would […] like to raise money for at least 100 Black people in Washington state, to have access to free mental health services.⁣ I am choosing to highlight my birth state so that individuals, couples, and families in Washington state can have access to these funds directly, without being waitlisted on a nationwide list.⁣

     These funds will cover (4-6 sessions) during this critical time of intense racial trauma. I am also looking to gather at least 40 black culturally responsive therapist that could take on 2 -3 clients. ⁣ ⁣

    If you have the resources and want to support equity, justice, and healing for Black people, please contribute!