For the past several days I’ve withdrawn into myself in ways that may or may not prove to be ultimately productive, but which in the immediacy of it all have been difficult.  I handed over 60+ pages of journal writing to my wise, old, therapist-shrink, Dr. Jung -- kind of the “best of” from the past four years of keeping a journal, and only a small ( Read more... )

When I was in DC my mother agreed to pay for an additional session with Dr. Jung every week for the next several months.  That's two times a week I'll be going, which seems just over the top and beyond self-indulgent, especially for someone who until a few years ago was completely suspicious and distrustful of anything that smacked of therapy and ( Read more... )

In the bit of reading time that I've been able to carve out for myself I've been working my way through a book on alchemical symbolism and Jungian thought, as well as one on Elizabeth Cady Stanton.  Although I've only just begun The Solitude of Self, I'm finding that the two texts wrap around each other in my mind in fascinating ways.  I'm going to ( Read more... )

Today I didn't go to work.  It was a much needed break after hell-week and dreaded-work-event.  A whole, blissful day alone -- with the exception, that is, of my two therapist appointments.  Yes, I'll admit that two appointments in one day is a little over the top but it had to happen in my transition from the old to the new.  The two appointments ( Read more... )