The old cliché “the more you learn the less you know” has never been truer than it is for me right now. It’s been 8 months since my last article (that almost sounded like the beginning of a Catholic confession) and the reason I haven’t written anything is due to a profound sense of how little I really know. The more I learn the more I realize how vast and complex life really is. My whole life I’ve studied theology, philosophy, history and now psychology and the deeper I go the less I feel qualified to say anything about anything. And it doesn’t stop at me, I even find myself cringing when I listen to so-called professionals in the psychology field talk about anything to do with the human psyche – even worse when I have to observe them doing therapy.
It’s sort of the reverse problem that someone like Nietzsche had. Nietzsche said that he had to write in order to get all the thoughts out of his head, as if they were crowding his mind to the point of pain. Not me. Now every time I discover something profound it seems to be so interconnected with everything else in life that in order to say anything at all about it requires either an endless game of connecting dots or willingly leaving out infinitely more than I’m including.
I’ve been a fulltime therapist (psychotherapist) now for about 7 months and the problem has only become worse. I thought I knew a lot about the human psyche and the basic human condition from my studies and life experiences. Then I went to work in a psychiatric hospital doing therapy on both acute and residential units and holy moly… I’m embarrassed of how little I really knew about human beings, illnesses of the soul, and what it takes to remedy them.
I write this short article to touch base with some of my old readers in the hopes that maybe they are still around. I’m hoping to write more again in the near future, maybe even picking up the pace to where it was before I took my sudden leave of absence from this blog almost 8 months ago. My life has been filled with so many new thoughts and experiences – and not just as a therapist but as a father, a husband, and a Christian – so quickly that I fear to write about any of it at the risk of bastardizing them. It feels like I’m still processing a lot of it but there are signs that bits and pieces are ready to surface.
Anyway, hope to hear from my old readers and hopefully new ones in the future. Thanks for reading. Cheers.