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Copabanana

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Hi Cedar *and All

I want to claim space to say that I too was betrayed by a therapist, a psychoanalyst who I saw for 20 years. He died in 2012, just before my Mother became ill. With my son, these three relationships formed my triumvirate of pain of the past 3 years. There is just so much to say but I will just say this:

I never trusted him or anybody; his betrayal hurt me but did not destroy me.

At the tail end of my life I met a good man. He stands with me with everything I face. He has been broken, as we have but as best as I can see so far, is incorruptible (you never know, do you?)

The moral of the story here is that we triumphed. The hard part now is to stand up and take the prize.
 

Copabanana

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I keep having to steal away as someone is here in the house and I am supposed to be working.

There is so much to say, but want to say this over everything.

To open to another in order to heal yourself and those you love
encountering those who prey on an open heart
To serve their own weak or evil ends.
A wild and savage thing, the heart is a lonely hunter.
 
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Copabanana

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"The Lonely Hunter" by Fiona MacLeod

What are all songs for me, now, who no more care to sing?
Deep in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still,
But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.
Green is that hill and lonely, set far in a shadowy place;
White is the hunter's quarry, a lost-loved human face:
O hunting heart, shall you find it, with arrow of failing breath,
Led o'er a green hill lonely by the shadowy hound of Death?
 
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