The Power of Self-Dependence

I’ve read a book and since then, I cannot read another. I try, I really do, but that book is still in my mind. Maybe because it was not a fictional story, maybe because it was not a story at all but a book, written by a psychotherapist-or as like he calls himself-a helper. I read The Road of Self-Dependence by Jorge Bucay.

Weaving life

I wake up a sunny day but there’s a heavy feeling in my gut. The sun is bright, the day is promising and the summer weather should make me cheery and happy. 

But I’m not.

Voice of the Soul

I have this thing. 

I love loud music. And when I say loud, I mean maximum volume while the same song is playing on repeat and I write. This is my thing and I have missed it so much.