There’s an old story about a man who was so wounded by the unanticipated arrow that came out of nowhere that he grabbed a second arrow from his quiver and stabbed himself through the heart.
The world sends us first arrows when we lose an important relationship, or a source of income, or a dream we longed for. It sends first arrows when we are oppressed or targeted, or when we don’t match the culture’s idea of what beauty, success, or talent look like. It sends first arrows when we face a drought or a pandemic or a war.
First arrows are not our fault. The only way to deal with a first arrow is to apply first aid. If you are hungry, or cold, or grieving, or facing someone else’s prejudice or hatred, that needs to be addressed with heat and food and ritual and systemic change. Not with counseling, although counselors can help you find resources.
However, just like the old man in the story, many of us react to first arrows with second arrows. We lose a relationship, and we say “I always guessed I was unlovable.” Or we lose a job and think “I’ll never be successful; I’m just not smart enough.” We face the grief of a lengthy pandemic and say '“I am not made of tough enough stuff…everyone else seems to be pulling through okay”. These second arrows can do terrible harm, and we do have control over them.