Opening the box..

I've updated the blog posts of my therapy sessions. Beginning in 2021.

Feeling like the box has been opened up as much as it is possible for me to do without publishing the original recordings and transcripts - all have served their purpose and have been deleted.

The session accounts derived from them are pretty accurate...

I was going to delay the posting of the updated versions - but I don't know, felt like I needed to put it all down, here and now.

So, in this picture kindly drawn for me by Chat GPT, we have Freud, Jung, Fritz Perls and Carl Rogers - the funny thing is, I asked for Ellis to be included - as he is always forgotten. 

Even by Chat GPT!

Mesmerized by the brilliance of their theories, each of the four, in his own sweet way, wished to do good. Each one was temporarily blinded by the power of his enlightening ideas.  And each of them went completely mad sometimes, and liable to act in ways deemed even then, completely unethical.

Except dear old Carl Rogers of course - he did not go mad and his unethicalness is never discussed - which makes him the most terrifying!

Each of these esteemed gentlemen have featured in this blog; and for ten years their words and ideas have been woven into my essays, and their spirits have accompanied me as I've wrestled with the problem of my own and other's psychological distress. Followed by wrestling with the causes and meanings of the re-traumatisation I experienced due to therapy - recorded here.

I feel like a bit of a traitor to say that more than the four - it has been Wim Hof - not in the picture - who helped most in ending my severe distress and panic, yet it was Jung and Perls who gave me the framework to make use of my Hoffing experiences; Jung who resolutely swam the midnight seas of his own psychosis, staying with the visions erupting from the depths of his psyche - and Perls, with his concept of contact, the necessity to experience the whole of it.

Yet in truth, finding a book of Freudian ideas when I was a child opened the door to the inner realm of id, ego and process for me - which led to Jung - and without Carl Rogers I wouldn't have a job!

Anyway, this page feels like the end of one chapter and the beginning of the next...and I feel that I owe a dept of gratitude to the four, to the people who find and read my words, and even to the Singapore bots who crawl the internet hoovering up linkages and meanings for AI...because the therapist did his best to silence me. As fragile as the Internet is, there is something amazing about casting words and memories out into the aethyr, a joy in passing them onwards and out to reach whoever. 

A kind of 'mandala offering'.

The black box has been opened...


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