How did you start your art therapy journey? I mean, what approach did you had and what intention and how did that go and lead you to where you are now?
I don’t have words to describe how impactful and real your writing is. Basically, the way you share your being and the ways you tend yourself.
Very funny the way you talk about your tears being the new climate change. I’m your competitor.
And your profile description - except for the psychoterapist - it’s like my own description. I resonate deeply with your way of feeling, being, approaching, just not that close to me yet, and centered in my essence as you already are, but on my way.
When did you specialize in psychotherapy, recently or when you were younger? I read alot, last years, on psychology and growth, and I’m curious about your journey in that area, as well.
Hi Mara. Thanks for being here. I have been working in this field for close to 14 years…. It’s a long story… as I am unravelling here, I am sure you will get most of those questions answered <smiles>
Reading this felt like riding every emotional rollercoaster you described laughing, crying, groaning, and smiling all at once. The way you hold longing, heartbreak, and humor together is wild and holy. I love that you call out the old ghosts, the fire-and-burn marks, and still let art, life, and even a gym smile sneak in to remind you that you’re alive. This isn’t just a diary entry it’s a masterclass in showing up for yourself, messy, full of love, and fully human. I’m taking notes on how to hold my own chaos with that much grace. ✨
This is stunning, raw, poetic, painfully honest, and deeply human. It reads like a soul cracked open on the page, not for pity, but for truth. You’ve captured the ache of abandonment, the chaos of longing, and the beauty of survival with such nuance and power. The metaphors, longing as a clingy roommate, heartbreak as fire that awakens new growth, are unforgettable. And the final realisation, that the greatest betrayal was abandoning yourself, lands like a sacred whisper. This isn’t just a diary entry, it’s a reclamation. One that reminds us that unravelling isn’t the end; it’s often the beginning of becoming whole.
Thanks for your writing. I’ve been unraveling too this past year. It is a challenging place to be, but it is good to know there are others out there experiencing the same things. It is a ray of hope in the midst of the growing pains.
... and is the first picture called "don't let the door hit your ass on the way out" or is it "self-portrait of the painter as she wipes her tears away from the gaze of the canvas" ? And I do not understand the first picture of Burnt.... Is that all the piece, or is it a staged photograph, or a collage? It is the fingertips of the plant that seem to go missing that bother me so. And yes, polish that rock named resilience, place it up upon the mantle, close at hand when the days turn wildly against you. Quick to reach. For surely a healthy resilience (and acceptance) are the tools that win the day, it says so in the rules. And longing? Longing is simple physics. In all this miasma named reality we are still entities that can never touch. Atoms, particles, always having that distance, always pretending to hug.
How did you start your art therapy journey? I mean, what approach did you had and what intention and how did that go and lead you to where you are now?
I don’t have words to describe how impactful and real your writing is. Basically, the way you share your being and the ways you tend yourself.
Very funny the way you talk about your tears being the new climate change. I’m your competitor.
And your profile description - except for the psychoterapist - it’s like my own description. I resonate deeply with your way of feeling, being, approaching, just not that close to me yet, and centered in my essence as you already are, but on my way.
When did you specialize in psychotherapy, recently or when you were younger? I read alot, last years, on psychology and growth, and I’m curious about your journey in that area, as well.
Hi Mara. Thanks for being here. I have been working in this field for close to 14 years…. It’s a long story… as I am unravelling here, I am sure you will get most of those questions answered <smiles>
Reading this felt like riding every emotional rollercoaster you described laughing, crying, groaning, and smiling all at once. The way you hold longing, heartbreak, and humor together is wild and holy. I love that you call out the old ghosts, the fire-and-burn marks, and still let art, life, and even a gym smile sneak in to remind you that you’re alive. This isn’t just a diary entry it’s a masterclass in showing up for yourself, messy, full of love, and fully human. I’m taking notes on how to hold my own chaos with that much grace. ✨
Definitely a masterclass <smiles> Thank you for reflecting back to me.
This is stunning, raw, poetic, painfully honest, and deeply human. It reads like a soul cracked open on the page, not for pity, but for truth. You’ve captured the ache of abandonment, the chaos of longing, and the beauty of survival with such nuance and power. The metaphors, longing as a clingy roommate, heartbreak as fire that awakens new growth, are unforgettable. And the final realisation, that the greatest betrayal was abandoning yourself, lands like a sacred whisper. This isn’t just a diary entry, it’s a reclamation. One that reminds us that unravelling isn’t the end; it’s often the beginning of becoming whole.
Thank you Anil… Spot on…
My pleasure, Sarah.
Thanks for your writing. I’ve been unraveling too this past year. It is a challenging place to be, but it is good to know there are others out there experiencing the same things. It is a ray of hope in the midst of the growing pains.
Thank you Jen. I agree with you. It's really soothing to the soul x
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtwUyDPXROQ&list=RDgtwUyDPXROQ&start_radio=1&ab_channel=EileenMLakaAdamfulgence
... and is the first picture called "don't let the door hit your ass on the way out" or is it "self-portrait of the painter as she wipes her tears away from the gaze of the canvas" ? And I do not understand the first picture of Burnt.... Is that all the piece, or is it a staged photograph, or a collage? It is the fingertips of the plant that seem to go missing that bother me so. And yes, polish that rock named resilience, place it up upon the mantle, close at hand when the days turn wildly against you. Quick to reach. For surely a healthy resilience (and acceptance) are the tools that win the day, it says so in the rules. And longing? Longing is simple physics. In all this miasma named reality we are still entities that can never touch. Atoms, particles, always having that distance, always pretending to hug.