I got home from work at lunchtime in a shitty mood. I knew I had an empty afternoon ahead and I was fantasising about the destructive ways I could fill it. I sat for an hour or so thinking about the options and formulating dangerous plans. After a while sitting with the exhilerating thought of…
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Pinks and ribbons
Days we’re taught synthetic warmth to demonstrate with pinks and ribbons of nauseous tradition and only love. With simple smiles that sweep aside the raw, the real the breathing close to hurt and feel That hate and love. These days ignore the push and pull of strident self or bonds that hold, in sticky silence…
I hate my therapist
I am frequently perplexed by the fact that I both love and hate my therapist. In fact, it was one of the first things I ever wrote about on this blog. That was back in September, and I’m still none the wiser. Everywhere you read about psychotherapy, there’s this message that no emotion or thought…
My warring parts
It appears I’m finally indoctrinated into my therapist’s TA approach. I don’t know why, but I decided to spend some time thinking and writing about what my child and adult self would feel or say about each other. This led to the realisation that I am violently at war with myself. I’ve known for a…
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