Then spoke the thunder
Sometimes, you have been in therapy for three months or so, give or take a week, and your therapist has warned you that all the shit you were packing in for the past six or seven years and numbing with getting high is going to start burbling up, now that you’ve stopped, but still, when it hits you all of a sudden, you’re simultaneously so nearly weepy (because it’s all coming up) and so joyful (because it’s all coming up). And you think about how you’re well into your cups and not producing particularly potent prose, but you don’t even mind. You’re going to be OK. You’re gonna be OK.
Shantih, shantih, shantih.
3 months? Piker. I Finally found a good one, will be 6 year this August.
Never take anything personally, because it is all projetion. (See Freud, defense mechanisms)
One can project good and bad qualities one is in denial about.
veganrampage | 11:46 pm on 8 March 2008