I think there are a couple of "opposite" but equal things that happen in therapy, the differentiating thing with one's therapist but also accepting that "life" isn't "neat" and compartmentable. I was reminded, Pink, of that with your colored feelings, the orange with black lines, and not being able to make anything of them. I don't know that one is supposed to; they're kind of like an abstract painting that means what it means to you; feels "messy" like it does, all over the place but, and here's what is hard for me to remember, it's the containing of all that that is important; it's like a complex soup in a bowl; that it's made of broth, and very different vegetables, spices and other ingredients all at once that can't necessarily be individually sorted out isn't what is important but that it's all contained in the bowl and you have a spoon/tool (sometimes just drinking from the bowl!) to eat it with and enjoy it and it nourishes you.