„I’m losing my will,“
„I can’t set goals for myself,“
„I feel empty,“
„Every day is the same, I don’t know what to do.“

„I’m losing my will,“
„I can’t set goals for myself,“
„I feel empty,“
„Every day is the same, I don’t know what to do.“
It hurts while we let go
Fear of pleasure. That sounds peculiar. Why would we fear something beautiful? And yet we see so many examples where people avoid pleasure or become tense in pleasant situations.
What you do not know and do not feel, you cannot change. One would say that some things around us are so obvious, that it is impossible not to see them. Still, it is possible. Abusing of the denial mechanism allows this. I say „abuse“ because, as with other mechanisms, each sometimes comes in handy. When reality becomes painful, psychological anesthesia is there to save and help us. Not to see and/or feel. Just like the physicalanesthesia. It helps us endure the inevitable and prepare for what is to come.
– based on 4 character stucture
There are so many roles for people to play. Abundant is the repertoire behind which we can hide. The audience is there as well. „Why do you play a role“ is the question for the actor, and „why do you buy tickets“ is the one for the audience.
Role: „Man“ Play: „Nobody, nobody like ME“
Continue readingYet again, I have been complimented for being a real hedonist. For knowing how to enjoy life. And here I am, sitting down and asking myself if that really is the case. Being a hedonist – is it really a compliment. Do hedonists worry too, do they wonder, feel the pain..or do they just sit around and indulge themselves into some so-called pleasure. Do work and success go with pleasure then?
Iz pozadine čujem Albéniza. Ritam španske gitare mi odjekuje telom i vraća slike andaluzijske obale. Polako konstruiše i misli. Sve se spaja u jedan ritam.
Continue readingbaš takva sam stvorena… Dok ostavljam radni deo dana za sobom u mislima mi se ugnjezdio Žak Prever. Sedi negde pored Sene i piše. Sliku prati ženski glas čitajući “Takva sam kakva sam” koju zamišljam da je pisao baš u tom trenutku, mazeći svoje kuče, okružen mirisom nikotina i ukusa tog crnog vina pored njega.
Odloži brigu dok se ne desi
Kratki terapijski transkript bez psihoterapeuta:
“Sam svoj majstor”