IFS therapy session, November 18, 2008 Why are you on her side? Barbara: (to therapist whose responses were not recorded because I taped this session by phone): I have begun to translate AM’s [see footnote # 1.)] emails and maybe this week, I can send them to you. I don’t think it’s too much reading,…
Category: Writings
leaving the fjord
I have left Chicago, my beloved home for six years and my therapist, too—my harbor for eighteen months I have returned to Germany in the city where I was born and raised I live again only minutes away from my parents confronted by hostility I feel I am lost in a desert without warmth, friendship…
accepting the truth
the first dream in my life and in therapy about my mother ended while I wondered what to do with my mother—stuffed in a garbage bag sitting in front of me I was shocked by that dream—I was a good daughter she would not have dared to see her relationship with her mother as a…
escaping
Written in Chicago, 1992 forty-two years old, I have moved back to Chicago by myself I have left my marriage, both children are in college for the first time in my life I live by myself one morning as I perceive awakening in my bed I watch my cat playing a cruel game with a…
My truth part
My truth part: living unknowingly as a child under the dark shadow of fascism Barbara: My part does not feel safe. I’m not worried about COVID. No, it’s the election and the republicans, all the law-suits, and that the republicans don’t say anything, and the parallel to hitler-Germany where the conservatives supported hitler and finally,…
IFS Therapy session: Dress of responsibility
IFS THERAPY SESSION: “Dress of responsibility” and “The swamp” IFS Therapy Session February 15, 2021 Barbara: There is a level of tension inside of me that is always there. And the word that I have used so many times lately, “Zuversicht,” “looking forward with confidence,” I don’t feel that anymore. And the sadness is there…
IFS Therapy: Meeting my guide
IFS THERAPY SESSION – MEETING MY GUIDE Barbara: I was going to bed, and I have an automatic light. I have enough time to go to the bedroom, and eventually, it turns off. When I got into my bedroom, my cat was on my bed, and I took her in my arms and wanted to…