This book threw me to the other side. I have been thinking about therapy for a long time. I bought this book because a friend of mine recommended and it spoke to me and all my feelings. The incessant yes and no of our lives. The dilemma of wanting and not wanting. Everybody should read this book. It made me sad but who said therapy was easy. Therapy is work, work, work.
Some quotes that resonate with me:
Everyone who seeks therapy brings a desire for and a resistance to change - a yes and a no.
I appreciated her thoughtfulness and her verbal adroitness.
We can know and not know something at the same time
The question I ask myself is not “What can I say?” But “What can I say that can be heard?”
If I am not for myself, who will be for me?
If I am only for myself, what am I?
If not now, when?
Therapy opens up the imaginative worlds of both patient and therapist.
“Who is true to only one is untrue to all others.” - Don Giovanni
Uhtceara - sadness or grief one feels in the hour before dawn
Alerted me to these Runnels of thought
Annie John (book): the sound of my voice had always been a calming potion to me
“whether for the rest of my life I would be able to tell when it was really my mother and when it was really her shadow standing between me and the rest of the world."
On recognition: Who we really are: even the physical object mirror deceives by reversing right and left
What else do I assume to be true that is not? It feels like an open door where one expected none.
Lacan work of psychotherapy: to learn both to assume an identity and to call it into question