I knew it was coming. I’d felt a change in his relationship to magical thinking – sensed that he was starting to put the puzzle pieces together in a way in which reason and logic were starting to conquer fantasy.
I was born into a long lineage of gladiators. My father, his father, and the generations that came before them were all gladiators, steeped in the art of brawn, force, and mental toughness.
As a Clinical Psychologist who values an emphasis on insight oriented, mindfulness based psychotherapy I am struck by this type of social media passive aggressive syndrome that has developed over the last 5-10 years and is now reaching epic proportions.
It was one of those dreams that felt so real that even while I was dreaming I was trying to figure out the blurry and disoriented line between waking and sleeping.
After my mother died, after I helped her labor to her last breath, it wasn’t the loss of her that wore me down, as I had previously believed it would be, although that was debilitating in its own unique way.
I knew it was coming—I had felt a change in his relationship to magical thinking. I sensed that he was starting to put the puzzle pieces together in the way that meant reason and logic were starting to conquer fantasy.