Wow, this story stings and shines in both its lucidity and haunting pain. No wonder the weight of the world presses into your fingers; reading the therapy lines left me breathless. A person told me once: when therapy is done right, at one point the therapist will accidentally offend their client. Sometimes truth hurts and it hits a nerve. My lil sis lived in the immigrant quarters of Paris for 5 years. She returned home to the US gaunt and hallow, like a ghost in a shell, with a fearful look in her eyes loaded with the hurt of the world. Your past life description is visceral. The line about lightening and life will stay with me. Your words glow like a light on the page.
I wish I had the words to say how much this comment touched me this morning. Thank you so much. It's interesting to hear how my experience is somewhat relatable yet intrinsically unique. I hope your sister has healed from her time in Paris. I hope the seeds I plant germinate into new developments in your life. Cheers and thanks again.
Wow, this story stings and shines in both its lucidity and haunting pain. No wonder the weight of the world presses into your fingers; reading the therapy lines left me breathless. A person told me once: when therapy is done right, at one point the therapist will accidentally offend their client. Sometimes truth hurts and it hits a nerve. My lil sis lived in the immigrant quarters of Paris for 5 years. She returned home to the US gaunt and hallow, like a ghost in a shell, with a fearful look in her eyes loaded with the hurt of the world. Your past life description is visceral. The line about lightening and life will stay with me. Your words glow like a light on the page.
I wish I had the words to say how much this comment touched me this morning. Thank you so much. It's interesting to hear how my experience is somewhat relatable yet intrinsically unique. I hope your sister has healed from her time in Paris. I hope the seeds I plant germinate into new developments in your life. Cheers and thanks again.