I don't often cross-post material from other blogs ... as the side bar says, this blog is therapy for my hubris. However, earlier today I was recounting my experience following my mothers violent death. The most memorable and helpful moment was a 20 minute phone call from the other side of the world, from an atheist friend: he listened. So when I read this story linked below, I felt I needed to put it up here and asks the questions: - for whom am I a listener? - who is my listener? Read more: Power of listening
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Probably the best therapy is to express yourself. Why do you think psychiatrists make you lie on the couch and talk, while all they do is murmur "hmmm", "uhuh", or "go on"? Archives
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