From last night's dream. I used to be a psychotherapist and I worked a lot with dreams. I am still uncovering layers of new aspects of my conventional gross mind, and this is good. Like going to the dentist it can be a little uncomfortable at times :) I absolutely love '10 word poems'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I used to be a psychotherapist. What you see very quickly is that people are always looking externally for the source of their problems and the source of their happiness. Wrong! (Of course after years of deep confidence in the depths of my wisdom and experience, the last relationship I had proved that my knowledge was ALL intellectual :) ) When I visited by brother Tom Hunt in Toronto who is also a Psychotherapist (who sees his clients in his own home) he told me that he had put a small sign in the bathroom saying "It's All About Me". Some clients thought perhaps he was a little self-preoccupied but if they asked about the sign they learned that the words indicated something completely different and very important.
I* remember the feeling of waking up for nothing The empty, gray taste everything had How I'd stare off Out windows Or across streets
I remember walking to the river And the grass not bending beneath my feet The current wouldn't change nor stop for me And I imagined it would always be this. Having everything I had always wanted right in front of me and it not matter
I remember being stuck in the rain and not getting wet
Watching Quietly accepting what was, and simultaneously not acknowledging what it meant.
Daddy's Little Girl trying to **** mom you **** her in yourself all your hope is gone
Daddy's Little Girl your sanity is going you are oh so Freudian and your slip is showing
Daddy's Little Girl hopeless as can be when will you stop the self-destruct the button inside
Electra was a character in Greek tragedy. She plotted with her brother to **** her mother and her new husband who killed Electra's blood father. The Electra complex is where a girl competes with her mother for her father's love. It can get very complicated
A little self analysis Am I self destructive due to the part of my makeup that reminds me of my mom? We are SO much alike!
I've been reading Freudian psychology. Interesting
I don't think I hate myself anymore I am always reminded of God's love for me... wbo am I not to love myself?