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The Power of Imagination in Psychotherapy

Therapy emphasises the importance of exploring our minds, seeking truth or clarity and uncovering our past. This exploratory process takes place in the hope that we may unburden ourselves from myriad of complex thoughts or feelings.

Sharing our thoughts, ideas and imaginative processes is important in therapy, because it provides a platform to think about those thoughts and experiences, which if shared in the outside world, may not be understood. Imagination enables us to view or interpret experiences with a variety of different lenses which we can change or shift as our mind explores further.

Imagination matters because it is fundamental to who we are. It is inherently linked with dreams, ideas and what makes us individual. No one will ever see, understand or engage with our imagination as we will ourselves. We are connected to imagination throughout life from an early age and it assists with development and growth in infancy, helping us learn the boundaries of the world we are exploring.

In therapy some may benefit more from working with metaphor and imagination, than exploring what is more factual or ‘real’. The idea that progress can only be made if one is real with oneself and explores absolute truth or absolute untruth, is not an absolute and imagination is rarely this black and white. In fact, abstract or creative patterns of thinking, can lead to meaningful avenues of self-exploration.

Imagination in therapy not only assists with healing, growth and understanding but also contributes to personal and mental development and actively assists with transpersonal development, meaning it allows people to understand experiences which extend beyond the personal level of their psyche. It can assist someone in making links between their experiences and help them form detailed connections.

Free association, metaphor and imagery

Freud believed in the importance of imagery, metaphor, symbols and dreams and thought much could be deciphered from a person’s unconscious processes, and that these became clearer through an individual’s use of language, imagery and metaphor.

Exploring the mind without hindrance, censorship or embarrassment is a key tenant of Freudian therapy, and is known as Free Association. The idea is that by speaking freely, a person will, through imagery, metaphor and language, reveal deeper aspects of their unconscious mind.

It could be said that in therapy no image, thought or idea is too small, and all hold value and meaning, and that expressing any thought that floats in our minds is worth examining. Of course this is not always the case, and to quote author Allen Wheelis, ‘A cigar is sometimes just a cigar.’

Metaphor in therapy is not easy to define, and depends on each client and therapist relationship, and how a therapist or client may understand particular metaphors used. For example, a therapist may use their own understanding or knowledge of theory to infer meaning to a metaphor which a client did not mean, or a client may have several understandings for a metaphor. Through imagination, we can add or remove meaning as necessary, and there is no wrong or right.

The reason imagination matters in therapy is because it allows a client to express how they are feeling about something when the direct use of words may be too painful. Symbols and metaphors can be used in place of complex and difficult memories or feelings. A brief fictional example of this is below.

Client – Sometimes I feel like a decaying rusty anchor, lying on the ocean floor.

Therapist – Can you say a little more about what the image of an anchor might represent?

Client – It represents feeling unused and forgotten. It represents feeling heavy.

Therapist – Can you say more?

Client – I feel unable to stop decaying, that I am destined to remain on the ocean floor.

Therapist – Does the anchor represent you and your depression?

Client – Yes, and right now I feel chained to it. I do not know if I will ever leave the ocean floor. I may rust over so much, that I will be incapable of life.

As the above example shows, the metaphor of a rusty decaying anchor, held powerful feelings of helplessness, depression and sadness. The use of imagination in place of words enabled this person to explain the depth of their sadness, which was equivalent to the depths of the ocean itself.

In closing

Imagination could be viewed as providing a symbolic bridge between our conscious and unconscious thoughts, as a container or a conductor of psychological energies, feelings and sensations. Ultimately, it gives us a platform for expression, offers a wide array of tools to understand ourselves at greater depth, and when used within therapy, provides us with the chance to consider and reflect upon what could be, what might have been, what was, and what is.

https://welldoing.org/article/power-imagination-psychotherapy

The Power of Imagination in Psychotherapy Therapy emphasises

As children our kind could not
control what we saw felt and heard.
Especially in love.
When older we tried to slow it
down with self-medication.

Valentines Day in first grade.

I addressed all thirty cards to her.

Lisa.

My mom saw her name on each
envelope and opened up a few.

She gently said, “Let’s do them over.”

I didn’t understand.

She went to the store and bought another blank set.

In the middle of the night I retrieved them from the  garbage can.

I gave them to Lisa the next day in class anyway.

As children our kind could not control

For so many a ceaseless revolving door.

The same guests always check in.

Prideful and reckless sons that flew too near the sun.

Decaying vets sitting on the porches.

Those who arrive and disappear in an instant.

Permanent denizens with nowhere else to go.

Schizophrenics and their imaginary friends.

The young who are already old.

Most of them are not done yet.

Back on the street soon.

For so many a ceaseless revolving door. The

Defying the laws of driving probability.

Donnie and me cruise down to San Fransisco.

I’m twenty two.

We have a little too much of this and too much of that.

Actually way too much.

Donnie’s out cold.

I throw him in the back seat.

Feels like I can fly a helicopter when I turn the key.

Three hour flight.

ACDC till the speakers explode.

Sixty two now.

I’m still a pilot.

Defying the laws of driving probability. Donnie and

One delirium tremens I thought I was in a Fellini movie

Carnivale in Brasilia by myself.

No one told me it was in Rio.

The odd shapes of the buildings once promised the future.

The midnight deserted streets echoed the haunting of my party horn.

I lead my own parade marching in front of all the clowns of my past.

One delirium tremens I thought I was

Bottomless vessels no matter how much
we poured down.

Ten years old.

Nothing we couldn’t do.

Walk on quicksand
and never sink.

Push it to the brink.

Bullet to the heart and
never bleed away.

Run the race of madness each and every day.

Hanging out with our new friends
Jack Jim and Brandy girl.

Bottomless vessels no matter how much
we poured down.

Late Friday nights fell on our faces but never bruise.

Saturday morning sports stars
that never seemed to lose.

Sixty years now.

Can’t get off the floor.

Eviction notice hanging on my door.

The cat steps on me and complains it’s four in the afternoon.

He’s still waiting for breakfast.

Bottomless vessels no matter how much we poured

No you go first it’s your birthday.

Hurrying to catch the bus.

I told her I had a surprise for her when I get there.

Finished paying for a love bracelet at the pawn shop.

It was her birthday and she didn’t think I knew.

Love holds me in its arms and keeps me from falling when
the bus hits the brakes without warning.

She cries when she puts it on.

She cooks some up and gives me the pipe.

No you go first it’s your birthday.

She slumps over and turns dark blue.

No pulse.

Call for help on her phone.

Wipe my prints off.

Hope no one saw me when I left.

Took the bracelet and got my money back.

No you go first it’s your birthday. Hurrying

They sit in circles every morning and talk.
Over-medicated minds that desperately
need to love themselves.

Good morning. How was everyone’s weekend?

I need to see my case manager right away.
I really don’t belong here.

How come we can’t choose which movie we go to on Saturdays?

I want to get a cup of coffee.
I try to drink at least fifteen
cups a day to stay awake.
It’s decaf but stale decaf turns into regular…right?

My dad calls me a loser and says there is no hope for me.
My mom never says anything.

My parents never come to visit
and they live ten minutes from here.

My mom comes every week and
drives away crying.

When my parents visit they just buy me stuff.
Next time I’m gonna burn it all in front of them.

My grandmother comes to visit me.
She is 92.
The last time I lived with her I drank bourbon
and swallowed her whole bottle of sleeping pills.

My dad is awesome.
He taught me how to shoot up.

I call my parents every weekend
and tell them I am
getting better because that’s what
they want to  hear.

I’m graduating. Today is my last day!

They sit in circles every morning and

Whole lotta trouble.

Brushed her teeth with tequila.

Spit like a baseball pitcher.

Chain smoked non filters.

Legendary stripper at her club.

Impossibly beautiful.
Half Cherokee. Half Swedish.
Whole lotta trouble.

Told me she was eighteen.
Didn’t care if she wasn’t.

Food shopped at the Seven Eleven
across the street.

Five in the afternoon breakfast.
Chili dogs and cold beer.
Meth and champagne after breakfast.

Sex as soon as I got home from work.

One eye ‘Henry the Cat’ always at her side.
Dressed him up with a pirate patch.

Liked to read the National Enquirer aloud to me and Henry.

Had this strange look in her eyes when we took a shower together.

One morning I packed a few things and ran for my  life.

Whole lotta trouble. Brushed her teeth with tequila. Spit

They relentlessly laugh and taunt inside my head.

always haunted

by the endless

parade

of screaming

voices

colors

shapes

pictures

as they relentlessly

taunt

and laugh

inside

my head.

Uninvited.

never a moment’s rest

praying

for silence

slowly

drowning

in my frantic ocean

of nonstop nightmare

and

never sleep.

tried to make them

go away

using

pills

potions

and powders

each night before

the next morning already

banging on my door.

Was ready to be pulled

under the tide.

that’s when

You rescued me

and came to my side.

filling me with

Hope

Faith and

Grace.

Uninvited.

They relentlessly laugh and taunt inside my