Dream Life

                                  Few people come to therapy because they feel empty inside. It's not a disorder in and of itself like anxiety or depression. Nor is it experienced by most people as a symptom that interferes  with their lives. It's more a generic feeling of discomfort, a lack of being filled up that may come and go. Some people experience it physically, as an empty space in their belly or chest. Others experience it more as an emotional numbness. You may have a general sense that  you're missing something that everybody else has, or that you're on the outside looking in. Something just isn't right, but it's hard to name. It makes you feel somehow set apart, disconnected,  as if you're not enjoying life as you  should.     I have found that most emotionally neglected people who come to therapy for anxiety, depression,  or family- related problems, for ex...

                             When I run after what I think I want My days are a furnace of distress and anxiety; If I sit in my own place of patience, What I need flows to me, And without any pain. From this I understand that What I want also wants me, Is looking for me And attracting me; When it cannot attract me Any more to go to it, It has to come to me. There is a great secret In this for anyone Who can grasp it.

                                         Putting words together Forming inside my head Ready to be said, The real question is, Will they be heard? When I speak, will they be slurred? What is my worth? Do I deserve to walk this earth? Should I say, All the words I want to say, Or do I preserve, What is left of my self-worth? The hell with it! I must address and express, Depression holds me in darkness. Anxiety tells me, The darkness will keep me safe. Racing thoughts, put words in my head, Spinning them, Telling me I should be dead. I am nothing. I am worthless. I am empty. I am darkness. I am ugly. I can't get it right. These are the words inside my head. If I put them on paper, Release them, set them free, I'll have a moment where I can breathe. You may not understand the words I say, I made it, One more day. One more fight. You may not see the struggle inside. It's here . It's real...