Me as me
by tamarjacobson
Revelation of the day: (discovered on my morning walk)
It occurs to me that I go to therapy as if it was supervision for me as a therapist.
Not as if it was therapy for me as me.
Indeed, I go through life observing, listening, trying to understand the other person's point of view, and feeling numb and detached most of the time – as if I was practicing being a therapist for humankind!
These are not intimate interactions.
This is the way I keep myself safe.
This is how I delude myself into thinking I am in control,
or keep from letting my guard down.
This way I keep me away from being an authentic me.
A year ago at Mining Nuggets: Being me
tamarjacobson 
Elaine,
We are fellow travelers in this journey, for sure.
Marion,
Yes indeed. The more I move the more I know. That’s why I adore my morning walks!
Exactly!
What an important insight!
“The more you move the more you know” Bev Boss
I’ve just gotten back into therapy to try to find that “center” that I lost while living with my mother and brother for three stressful years. It’s a neverending journey, it seems.