There’s no simple answer to the question of why I go silent – both here and in my life. It just happens. And then – one day – I pass a threshold – I break through the lid that has slammed down on my mind – to see the sun once again. I’m cherishing this moment of hope because it will fuel my return the next time I’m in the hole.
A shift occurred in me today; an idea of self that includes others, systems, wild nature, communities.
A page from the book: We’ve Had A Hundred Years of Psychotherapy And The World’s Getting Worse (James Hillman and Michael Ventura, 1993).
Just hold still they said. He won’t notice they said.