This is the favorite phrase of some of my clients.
“Yes, I know.”

The ones who have read many books, attended countless therapy sessions, and done so much work on themselves.
“Yes, of course. I know.”

The ones with such strong will, determined to find the missing piece that will finally solve the puzzle. Because they will, for sure.

They answer every comment with that phrase: “Yes, I know.”
Because yes, they do know — they carry so much knowledge that explains what’s happening.
They just need a few more answers to complete the puzzle and finally figure it out. To make sense of everything. Of life. Of what they’ve been through.

“Yes, I know.” was the answer this client gave today to anything and everything.

“If I know how those points you touched are related to something, I’ll know what this is about. Why the body reacted that way.”

I know so well the sense of safety that “knowing” gives. Because when I know, I am in control. That sense of agency, determination, security, protection.
If I know, I can fix it. It makes sense. Or better said: I can make sense of it.

It can be pinned to the board like a butterfly. Placed on a shelf with a label: “So and so.”
And then forgotten. Dominated. Cleared. Controlled.
So it won’t bother me anymore.

But my client’s tears came when all that pushing themselves was finally allowed to be felt.
It didn’t need to be understood.
It needed to be seen. To have space.

All that hard work — to understand, to make sense, to find meaning.
And then, the exhaustion could finally be noticed.

And they relaxed. They dissolved into the sea of sensation.
No questions.
No explanations.
No justifications.

Not knowing.

25 - 08 - 2025