Colloquium - Traumatisme des mémoires et mémoire des traumatismes. Autour de la guerre d'Algérie (11 octobre 2017, Paris)
I just read part of a reblogged post on someone struggling with deep sadness and fear of being excluded from her therapists life. There was a sense that the person fell into the darkest hole with recognition and realisation of how powerful her unresolved longing was to be the one total focus of her therapist’s life and the agony of feeling cast out into the wilderness when it was revealed all so painfully that she was not. 784 more words
I’m falling apart, and it’s not the romanticized kind.
It’s not poetic or tragically beautiful or whatever the hell people naively think brokenness is. It’s when the apocalypse hits, and blinding light and foretold destruction rips the world and humankind apart in a matter of seconds – everything turning to rubble and smoke and death. 123 more words