I have become intrigued by heroin in a don't think about purple elephants kind of way. I'm not thrilled with it. I don't feel scared that I'm going to pursue it, but when I think back to my drinking days- good intentions left the room with one sip, and inhibition followed shortly after. I've trained myself to fear heroin appropriately; my gripe isn't about that- my gripe is about the power of the word don't, and how it attracts me like a magnet.
I know this is a leap, but an example of another scenario where I feel pulled in a direction I'm not supposed to go is the Grand Canyon and heights. I had to stay 100 steps back from that Canyon- any closer and I felt the urge to lie flat on the ground in order to gain a better grip on the earth. Maybe unrelated issues, but wondering if anyone else has experienced or dealt with either?
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