Only you can make all that angst entertaining. And so real I felt I was on that couch with you, drowning in those god-awful "hoarded" memories. Thanks for being so open and real. It helps the rest of us.
When my therapist asked if I would join her in the kitchen while she made chicken soup for lunch guests coming after my session, I considered myself "cooked and done"! We could all probably trade some intriguing couch stories...thanks for sharing!
Only you can make all that angst entertaining. And so real I felt I was on that couch with you, drowning in those god-awful "hoarded" memories. Thanks for being so open and real. It helps the rest of us.
Elizabeth, you are always so generous with your reactions to my stuff!
Richard, you tell the story with both openness and modesty (the closest word I can think of for "pudeur"). Makes me wish I had "done the work."
Thanks, Olivier. I would say my work is maybe 1/4 done!
When my therapist asked if I would join her in the kitchen while she made chicken soup for lunch guests coming after my session, I considered myself "cooked and done"! We could all probably trade some intriguing couch stories...thanks for sharing!
Now, that's a good therapist story!