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Therapist returns to therapy
Session 8 Womb wisdom
Holy fucking shit, what a session!
I started off talking about the dream I had last night because as I was journalling I’d asked for a dream to take to therapy.
Unbelievably I had a dream and remembered it!
My therapist believes every part of the dream is an element of us (as do I, inspired by Jung) but they don’t work with dreams in therapy all that much.
I described the dream:
An old friend from an old group of friends was at a party or gathering and we sort of awkwardly caught up, then as my current friends arrived the old friend said something like “are we going to talk about the things you say about her (me) when she’s not here?”
It made me think about which parts of me are saying what about me behind my back and my therapist had a similar thought but somehow we moved on quite quickly to talking about the grief that was around.
Surrounded by grief
Some friends adopted a kitten at the end of last year that had gotten unwell recently, he died the day before the session. I cried more at this than I would have predicted. I tied it to the anticipatory grief I feel for the foster cat at my own house that has ‘adopted’ me and been with me…
