Carl Jung described a person’s subconscious “Shadow” into which they repress conscious knowledge of their self which they don’t like about their self.
This stuff that’s unresolved…can be talked out best with a goldfish.
“I’m not a racist. I have a lot of black friends. I work with a lot of black people.”
she finds a spot that feels safe…literally…an inch…from the spot I had tried to hold her…
I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.