Journey of the wounded healer

After many many moves, I landed here, a solid stone house in the forest. Swapping people for wild animals.. wolves, boars, owls, bats, snakes and eagles as well as my more friendly fluffy fellows of course...

.. alone in stillness, sh*t surfaced. Twice I found myself shovelling through the debris of remains of broken waste pipes & when perpetual rain burst in through the front door, flooding the house, nowhere to run, no one to hide behind. A sweet metaphor indeed...

A mirror into the murkiest corners of my psyche. I said yes, to all the layers of pain, grief, torment, heartache, loneliness, abandonment, wading through it, observing it, sometimes felt like I might get swallowed up… after many moons, I hit the bottom, sat quietly & embraced it all. The shameful awkward parts in deep acceptance.

I believe that to truly work in the relational & healing depths of therapy, in the i-thou with another, you can only go as far with anyone, as you have gone with yourself… journey of "the wounded healer" C.Jung