Wat ik vaak doe, is gedachten tellen.
Ik tel de gedachten die ik vaak heb.
Gedachten aan jou.
Gedachten aan anderen, en aan mezelf.

Want waar je over nadenkt, zegt alles over jou.
Misschien klinkt dit een beetje zweverig; zo bedoel ik het niet.
Ik tel ze en ik schrijf ze op.

Sommige gedachten komen meerdere keren per dag terug.
Sommige gedachten vertellen iets over de staat van mijn lichaam, of delen daarvan.
Sommige gedachten ga ik fysiek in mezelf te lijf.
Sommige gedachten helpen me en begrenzen me juist waar nodig.

Waar ik achter ben gekomen, is dat er bijna geen slechte gedachten bestaan.
Zelfs de meest duistere proberen je eigenlijk gewoon te helpen.

Als je gedachten te snel achter elkaar komen, neem dan een moment rust.
Dan worden de golven minder intens.

What I often do is count thoughts.
I count the thoughts I have most often.
Thoughts about you.
Thoughts about others, and about myself.

Because what you think about says everything about you.
Maybe this sounds a little airy; that’s not how I mean it.
I count them and I write them down.

Some thoughts return several times a day.
Some thoughts tell me something about the state of my body, or parts of it.
Some thoughts I physically attack within myself.
Some thoughts help me, and set boundaries where they are needed.

What I’ve come to realize is that there are almost no bad thoughts.
Even the darkest ones are usually just trying to help you.

If your thoughts come too quickly one after another, take a moment of rest.
Then the waves become less intense.

Voices Inside Myself
I regularly call the voices inside myself to order.
I don’t give a *** what they think. No one is going to tell me what to do. Not even the voices in my head.
The advantage of calling them to order is that life has “nothing on you anymore.” You say openly and plainly: unacceptable that you keep bothering me with these thoughts. If they keep doing it anyway, that’s their misery, not yours.

Watch Out for Mental Prisons
Someone who puts you in a mental prison has control over you. All they have is an idea. If you don’t give a ***, nothing happens.
Some people think they can get into heaven. That’s a good example of a mental prison. I have nothing against religion, but that’s not going to happen. Really not.

“You have to do this and that,” said the voices in my head.
“You ******,” I said. “I *********.”