Jenga

For some reason Jenga has come to mind today. First, I never played Jenga. Not even once. I do however love Jenga commercials & how they try to pull a wooden piece without the whole Jenga tower falling & if they mess up, the entire Jenga tower falls & they’re eliminated. I guess it’s a strategy game. I don’t know since I never played it. But I guess I can see why Jenga is suddenly on my mind. Because that is exactly what it feels like for me right now as I’m going through therapy. It’s like one big Jenga tower & one thought or a sentence causes the whole tower to fall down. The Jenga pieces that make up the tower are equivalent to suppressed thoughts, traumas, just all kinds of stuff & it all comes crashing out or down into this pile of mess that is me. Part of me wants to run away & not clean up that mess but I know I can’t because that mess will still be there. So now the work continues to build a stronger more fortified Jenga tower that won’t come crashing down. The work continues. And I still don’t play Jenga.