The Habit of Trust 

I don’t doubt my ability to walk nowadays. I don’t need to. I’ve been doing it again consistently for quite a few years now.

There was no other way to gain my own self-trust when it came to walking. No form of cheating my way around it. If there has been, then I definitely would have done. But nothing worked except doing it.

Doing it again and again. Badly at first. Very badly. Doing it badly and in the full knowledge that I would fail at it. That I would fall, again and again. That it would hurt. Hurt when I fell. Hurt from the practise. 

It really was the only way, though. Just to keep going. Until I fell a little less. Until the pain was not as frequent. Until my mind trusted my body to be able to do it consistently enough to keep me safe.

Once my mind felt safe, my world became a bigger place. I could leave the house and go places, without it constantly panicking and wanting to leave. See there’s a discord between a panicked mind, and a body that cannot deliver the panicked mind to safety, at the speed it requires.

When I was in public and I couldn’t stand being there anymore, I wouldn’t be able to do much about it at first. Any attempt to flee would just result on me going over, face first usually. Once you’ve face-planted a tile floor, it’s definitely something you try to avoid as much as possible in the future, trust me.

My brain needed to feel safe, but my body couldn’t give it a quick fix. Trust is quite slow to form. I never really appreciated that until my mind chronically mistrusted my body. It’s a combination that results in a very empty life.

My body couldn’t cheat it’s way into my mind’s good books again. It did it the hard way. Daily graft. For years. For far longer than it actually took me to learn how to walk again.

Turns out a body that works is no match for a mind that refuses to believe in it.

I grew up near what was known as Europe’s biggest shopping centre at the time. What was vast then would obviously be quite modest now. But it’s quite big still. Definitely too large for someone whose mind would not believe their own legs could get round it after learning how to walk again.

So I just avoided. For years. I would venture a few hundred yards into the door and then just leave again. Even when I was fine. Even now, with everything else that I could do. I refused to try. Because I hadn’t ever gone back and done that small piece of work that my brain needed from me to let me know it was ok.

This week I did it. Finally. Because putting this sort of sh*t off is ridiculous. And because I’ve not had to relearn anything like this is a few years now, it was really strange.

It took me back to a time when everything was impossible. When every little physical action had to be relearned. It’s hard to put into words what it’s like to rebuild yourself completely. But repetition features very heavily. I’d forgotten that. Until this week, when my brain refused to move until my body remembered.

Habits are so important. Repetition is so important. Unhelpful habits can destroy even the most determined individuals, if they aren’t addressed. But deliberate repetition of a new action, no matter how scary or hard, can totally rebuild trust. Totally rebuild a life. Like I totally rebuilt mine.

If your mind is telling you that something is physically impossible, it’s only because it doesn’t know any better right now. But I promise you, the repetition of a new habit will win the mind over eventually. 

So, as ever, just keep going. 


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: