It is drawing near that time again when we have to go see the integrator. Time seems to speed up and slow down simultaneously and the world starts to move and slowly rotate.
People say they are torn between going to see their therapist and not each week but what if LITERALLY different parts of you have different plans? Even if you get there there's no telling whether you will be able or allowed to speak.
Or whats going to come out and if it will be of any "use" and based on the response that's how things will proceed for a few more days.
Keeps you on your toes I suppose.
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I had to smile and feel the sadness at the same, picturing different parts of myself/selves walking in the direction of the therapist office...
ReplyDeleteThe littles hiding behind trees while we walk and refusing to go forward...
My bold alter wanting to call taxi/cab, to take him where he wants to go instead... in a library for example.
Me dragging our body in the direction...
Yet another child wishing to have GPS and a city map because he doesn't believe anyone anything (not even that this is the right direction and is fearing he will end up somewhere completely different)
It would be a great short film - a bit funnier then this one, though.
Hey Sam Embracing Samo, :)
ReplyDeleteI think I can force someone to get me there but there's no telling what will happen when we take the lid off the box. You ever feel that way?
Thanks for the link cool vid :)