I know anxiety is hard to control. I struggle with it but this metaphor helped me a lot.

I imagine I am driving a buss to my preferred destination in life - where I want to be.

With me, in my bus, I have passengers with me. My thoughts, my fears, my anxiety, my insecurities

The thoughts that tell me that I am not good enough. That I will never make it. That I’m not pretty enough. And they’re sitting in that bus simultaneously yelling at me as I’m driving.

It makes you want to park the bus and stop. Right? Take a detour? Shut them up?

But that won’t get me to my preferred destination. The key is to let these buss passengers exist, but take up less space and control in your life.

Ultimately, YOU are the driver and you decide where you are headed.

They don’t have to disappear completely, but they are *only* thoughts, not a truth.

When I was in group therapy, our psychologist let us all write down notes of what we were so critical about of ourselves. She choose one person to act as the bus driver and gave us her notes. We were 5 people yelling the negative, mean thoughts to her. She started crying.

...and it made us all realise how incredibly mean we are to ourselves.

I’m so glad over the positive response. Thoughts are just that.. thoughts. Not necessarily truths. Hang in there.