Welcome to my internal world!
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“In the therapy room” Amira, 2024 I am currently sitting in a coffee shop, and I’ve been struck by a familiar feeling of awe for the life I get to live. It arrives often, this feeling, and today I felt called to write from within it. From the smallest acknowledgments of gratitude to the larger moments of meaningful coincidence (what Jung…
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“In the therapy room” Amira, 2024 I’ve recently become increasingly aware of how different everyone’s experience of life is. What stirred this reflection was hearing two accounts of the same event from two friends I know well. I understand their contexts – as much as I can, given I also live within my own – and each shared perspectives that made…
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“In the therapy room” Amira, 2024 I’ve arrived at a turning point in my emotional world- or perhaps, I’ve slipped into a new stream altogether. Words can’t quite hold the weight of what I’ve been experiencing but I feel compelled to try and translate this felt sense into language. For much of my life, when an emotion would arise, it would…
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“In the therapy room” Amira, 2024 I ended my last blog entry (part 1) noting how the feeling of anger arouse in me as I was writing about the dynamic I share with my parent- well, this anger, whilst uncomfortable, has been incredibly useful. It’s been useful as a signal, and a motivator for change. So I shall begin this blog…
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“In the therapy room” Amira, 2024 I’ve long considered writing a blog entry about the difficulties of having a relationship with a parent who can be emotionally volatile, or struggles with emotional dysregulation. Many times, I’ve been persuaded against it- usually in my deepest moments of compassion for said parent (also as a result of an enmeshed dynamic). I’ve feared making…
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“In the therapy room” Amira, 2024 It’s a terribly painful, and common, affliction to carry the pain of missing some core developmental care during childhood- the kind of care, attunement, and mirroring essential for a child’s emotional world to feel recognised and secure. Parenthood (I imagine) is difficult, adulting is difficult, and we are so often riddled with our own complexes…
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“In the therapy room” Amira, 2024 Between my canvas and paintbrush is a magical space. I don’t experience time; I’m not ‘in’ my mind or ‘in’ my body; I’m in another realm. I would liken this space to Winnicott’s transitional space. Donald Winnicott introduced the concept of ‘transitional space’ in his broader theory of child development. The transitional space is a…
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“In the therapy room” Amira, 2024 It is painfully unhelpful to go through life without meeting your Shadow- and arguably even more so if, after meeting it, you don’t offer it a big hug. I have a lot to say about the Shadow and integration, so this will likely be one of my longer blog entries. So, get comfy- or better…
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“In the therapy room” Amira, 2024 As I sit and write this blog entry, I am experiencing an uncomfortable feeling. It’s hard to pinpoint what emotion I’m feeling, but it is not one that feels ‘good’- but feeling good is overrated. The other day in conversation about where I’d want to live, I shared that I wouldn’t want to live in a…
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“In the therapy room” Amira, 2024 I previously alluded to a pending blog post about advice, and well, here it is! There’s some prefacing to be made, so I’ll go ahead and do that first. So, advice—why not take it? Well, this is not meant as a protest against learning from others, but rather as a caution. When considering taking advice…
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