Psychoanalysis: The Magic and The Lie
Diary of a Five Day A Week Analysis
by Esther Altshul Helfgott, Ph.D.
July 3, 1994
It's over. Like a dream that might as well not have been. The fragments/of time/no longer exist. Even in memory. Our faces. Are gone. The room. Is gone. Dead. Nothing/of us/remains. Alive. What we were is no more. And nothing again will fill its place....
I detest him for not allowing us to become more of who we've been. Who we were in the room ... all the while pretending we were more than what we were. The thousands of ambiguous messages. He would say I created the ambiguity. I don't think so Mr. Doctor. The room belonged to you, always, not to me.
He's a man I've not known him to be, but has become who I was all along afraid he might be - an ambitious careerist making his way up the professional ladder. I have been a miniscule part of his life compared with those he is in contact with outside the room.
copyright2005Esther Altshul Helfgott
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