Psychoanalysis

  • Freud

    I’m about to sit down and snuggle with one of my Christmas presents. It is a book by Sigmund Freud called ‘The Interpretation of Dreams.’ I’d imagine it will hand me another key to my perception of reality, which I’m… Continue reading

  • Raging Humanity

    Where do I put the pieces of me that I do not wish to see? Where do I put the pieces of others that cut my gentle flesh and baste me in the black oil of smiles and lies? Are… Continue reading

  • The Demon

    Deep in the guts of humanity lies a secret. The secret of the dark. Peeking through the curtain, always. A demon hiding within. The world sees an angel: ‘Welcome, lovely one. We choose you.’ Meanwhile, the demon cackles on. Continue reading

  • Where Am I Going, Universe?

    My ego is fighting hard to stop this train. It’s a confusing time, to say the least, because suddenly I live in a world where the choices are mine to make, and the healing of all my most painful inner… Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl and The Book

    The brownie is delicious. The coffee is fine. And, for the first time in a good little while, I am at a cafe, sinking into a booth seat, quietly reflecting on the peace of it all. I’m the soft girl… Continue reading