Please excuse my english, i am a non-native speaker
I wish to share what i wrote to the psychoterapist to explain why i move so slow in life at the age of 36 after experiences of disorders and grief (actual loss due to the death of relatives) during the covid era

Text/metaphor (automatic translation):

"In surfing, there is the "Pipe" special competition, where the surfer passes through the wave while it is at maximum power and is about to fold, forming a tube

In most cases, the athlete makes it and comes out unharmed and happy

But sometimes you fall just before exiting the tunnel. This involves a series of dangers

The first is the so-called "washing machine", the whirlwind of the wave mass that continues underwater. The athlete must know how to manage the times of resurfacing

There are two other threats: the "leash", the anklet with the cord that ties you to the board. If there are rocks on the seabed, the board can get stuck and you risk drowning unless you have the reflexes to detach it. Then there is the problem of the seriality of the waves. The Pipe waves are the largest in the ocean and usually arrive in series, one after the other. Sometimes, even if you manage to re-emerge from the first one, there is the risk of being crushed by the mass of the one that shatters a few minutes later

I write this because years ago I was interested in outdoor sports, i was vital... then I ended up under the mistakes of life and I was unable to get up. And couldn't beat it

I hate to whine, but there is no more appropriate image to describe the last eight years

A self-induced hell"

Well there are practical causes, i am a university dropout just to mention one

Sometimes it is not that easy to start again