Of late I've beginning to think I'm going senile. A wierd feeling of not having any one determined thoughts in my mind. Maybe my cells are dying.
Than today it hit me, I realised just how much who we are is shaped not only by our parents, but by everything we read, hear and watch. That my head has been a mixture of everything with little room for me.
This quietness is a letting go of all that and just waiting to I'm in the middle of an experience, before I judge it. Being in the moment. I've never, ever had this experience in my life.
It's nice, it's peaceful.
It's the result of setting these thoughts in therapy and having T confront them. Busting the bubbles of 'brain washing' we get as we go through life.