I think the healthy part in all of us knows that even the best therapist in the world cannot ultimately meet our needs.

BUT I think there is also a part in alot of us who again and again keep hoping that maybe something will change. We hope against hope that what we missed out on can be reduplicated within the walls of a room.

Somehow it 'works' for some people but I think for others it's just an endless cycle of going round and round. We are chasing an elusive experience which can be about as emotionally satisfying as chasing the wind.

The therapeutic relationship isn't just complicated by our past/present issues, but it's problematic in and of itself.

I have to keep reminding myself that 'that person across the room cannot ultimately be the answer' or else it can leave a person bitterly disappointed.

Not unlike people who follow a faith healer from venue to venue hoping that the next time they lay hands on them, it will bring healing.

One person's medicine can be another person's poison.

Just because we know something logically, doesn't mean our heart knows it too.