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Your Healing Journey Starts With A Scream
Directions by a Persephone to venture into the underworld of trauma
The other day was my 29th birthday.
Every year for my birthday, I promise myself that next year I will feel less alone, and every year, I kind of fail to keep it.
It’s not so much a matter of the number of people celebrating me as the kind of feeling that I’m stuck in the same square box of the life’s board, year after year. It’s like I’m trapped in an infinite loop cycle of identical complaints, hopes, and dreams it doesn’t seem I’m able to escape from.
Every year, I wish that will be the breakthrough year when I will finally grow off my childish self and start my adult life, and instead, for some reason, I’m rightly pushed back at the start point.
Last year, for instance, two days after my 28th birthday, a 25-year-old guy I was hosting to not let him sleep on the streets stole a considerable amount of money from me. I had forgotten to move it from my wallet to my hidden place. As psychoanalysis teaches, such lapse conveys a message your unconscious mind is trying to give you. Thus, after that accident, I went back into therapy with a brand-new psychoanalyst, with whom I undertook a healing journey that is still in progress.
