This time it was the memory itself, no longer the experience, that was driving her towards a new shore. Maybe it was ... who knows? The shadow of a controlling mother she was trying to escape? She recalled that day at the beach, happily swimming in a stormy sea. What once overcome her, she could face now, or so she thought. And yet here she was, stuck again. That piece of writing was a reminder of that. There was something she pencilled in that piece of paper that she was too afraid to read aloud. She was just tired now, ready to sleep. Perhaps, tonight, she could dream again.
Inbar Palmor, PCC- Psychoanalytic Center of California Her attention was drawn to a piece of paper on the desk-
An inner voice immediately echoed the famous phrase “to be or not to be”. She knew that this paper could / would open up doors that she was not sure if she wanted to walk through. She stood in silence frozen in place. The harsh ray of light that penetrated through the drawn shutters was fierce. It presented itself as a straight arrow which lit up the piece of paper with a red intensity, almost about to burst into flames. Then the words would be lost into oblivion. She too wanted to be lost into oblivion. All was known and present, the absence and emptiness encompassing all. Encountering the written words would realise what she already knew , upon awakening that morning. The knowledge and pain so fierce, just getting out of bed seemed a task she would drown in. Another ending Another inevitable ending It seems as if reality is playing out her worst nightmare, But perhaps finally, some peace might cover all , as the worst has occurred,
No more fear, Just raw pain.
Satoko Kamo, Japan Psychoanalytic Society Her attention was drawn to a piece of paper on the table. It hadn't been there when she left yesterday. Perhaps one of the staff members had left it behind.
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