The best therapist I had during this time was actually my voice teacher. He was a chill opera singer from the South who said, “My mama always compared bad thoughts to a bird in a barn. If a bird flies into the barn, you can acknowledge that there’s a bird in the barn, but you don’t have to suddenly make a nest for it. Just let the bird fly in and it’ll eventually fly out.” Which is, in essence, cognitive behavioral therapy.
It akso kind of sounds like something Ted Lasso would say.
