My Journey with a psychologist:

As I reflect upon my journey with a psychologist, I have set my clock for an hour, as we would for any therapeutic session. I have a great deal of admiration, respect, and hope as my 8 month discovery comes to an end, or rather a plateau, as this reflection is not so much for closure, but for an opening up of the ideas we had only begun to explore--knowing very well that the personal journey of self actualization is an everlasting pursuit through the mind as it relates to questions that perhaps need no answers. So... let this not be an enticement back toward the end, nor a beginning for that matter, but a continuation of who we can grow to become from day to day.

Upon grappling with my own reflection, and being in complete intimacy with my own thoughts through the mirror of another person, I was able to paint a realistic picture of my world, given insight into the paint of my own expression, my own mode of communication, and the areas where growth might occur. She was a trusty mirror- creating clarity into my own personal narrative. That is to say, I was able to see myself for who I am, alone, though still grounded in the observation of another perspective, gaining feedback into the metaphoric transformation of my own mind as it grows through the distance of even my own convictions, of how I dream to be interpreted. I gained appreciation for the separation of my own volition from the reality of occurrence, noticing the soul of my release take a different course, watching as it traveled into areas I had never even known to exist. This is perhaps one of the most consistent concepts I gained from our sessions, the recollection of how my own words could be vastly understood differently in the context of the person receiving the message. A message of courage is not the same for everyone, and it is also true of love, that which cannot be understood at a universal level for all to come to the same actualization. This is because we are free from each other's persuasion of possession. In therapy we are free to let the river of ours minds meander, free to be spoken as if they had been lingering in chaos, just yearning to make sense of where they had come from, and why they were kneeling at the door of acceptance. But this freedom is only possible through a therapeutic bond of trust.

I trust that this powerful notion of communicable causes being interpreted differently than I had hoped is perhaps the journey of walking away from the introduction of another, as they realize that the therapeutic interaction is the interaction of not knowing, not contriving, but observing.

My biggest struggle is love, and although I digress for matters of lessons learned, regarding boundaries of this powerful concept, I can only wish us both well as we partake on the journey of self discovery.  

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