"I think what it means to you has a lot to do with it" This sentence has brought me out of my cold induced daze. It is so spot on. What it reminded me of was when I cut my hand on a glass while doing dishes at my parents house. I had a therapy session a day or so later. I still had my bandage on my hand to protect the stitches. My T questioned me extensively that day about my injury. I think he wanted to know what that injury ACTUALLY meant to me. Was it subconscious or did I mean to do it in that dark place in my brain or was it an honest accident. It was interesting to set that accident side by side to my purposeful injuries. How does each one make me feel? What are the differences in feeling and the simularities. In exploring those aspects I think he provided me with a better understanding of my problem.
Carrie

<font color=green>Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.--Emily Dickenson