This is so exquisitely beautiful it made me cry. What a beautiful narration of the process of therapy, from both chairs in the room.
Someone asked me to write this. Sort of.
They asked me if I could state, in tangible terms, the kinds of healing that I have seen take place in my work as a therapist.
And I can’t. Because it didn’t and doesn’t somehow seem to be my prerogative to codify or co-opt my client’s experiences to say how I think they have been healed, or not. That is up to them to define. I have no idea what they think has helped about therapy unless they tell me.
Sometimes they point to powerful defining words – for good and ill – that I said, years, even decades earlier, that I have no recollection of ever saying.
I do this to my psychotherapist too. If you’ve read my writing over time you’ve seen me do it, and you should know he is a very good sport about it.
Is healing always…
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