Life
It’s Saturday night after a week of listening to stories in therapy and reflecting on who I am as a therapist. We carry our experience with us and it contributes to how we interact with each other. Often the stories I hear are painful ones. Many times people find it hard to let go. I find it hard to let go. It’s been nearly five years since I watched my brother die at 49. Held his hand as he took his last breath. Then four months later my mom died. Died, I guess, of a broken heart. She shut down and went away.
It doesn't mean I know what you feel. It doesn't mean that I understand. Instead it informs my ‘Toddness,’ my sense of ‘I am’. Their deaths as painful as they were became a part of the tapestry which is me. And in that me I can be happy. Happy that they are a part of the fabric of my life. So when I listen I do not know what you feel, but all of me which is colorfully made listens with a careful ear. Peace. Todd
I have read this over a few times and each time the message I hear is that what I am going thru helps to shape me into who I am. All the trials, all the struggles and all the joys of life combine to make me who I am. I just need to find me in all of it. Thanks for the openess and honesty.
ReplyDeleteThis is inspirational Todd and I also do not know exactly how or what you feel, however I can relate.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your Toddness. It is fullfilling