Does anyone know where this analogy. which my therapist is fond of, comes from? I know she has said it
is in someone's writings.
I want to read it in it's original, as I'm clearly not hearing what she means. She speaks about a beautiful bone china cup, finely decorated, which when held up to the light reveals a fine crack under the glaze in the body. I hear that as being a reference to me being irrevocably faulty and being something that should have been weeded out in Quality Control.
I don't want to be faulty to my core. I don't want to be someone who can never be restored.
I'd be happier if she had an image of me as a piece of sturdy ancient earthenware, cracked but worth restoring to functionality. At the moment I feel like a pile of broken bits that grate painfully on each other.
is in someone's writings.
I want to read it in it's original, as I'm clearly not hearing what she means. She speaks about a beautiful bone china cup, finely decorated, which when held up to the light reveals a fine crack under the glaze in the body. I hear that as being a reference to me being irrevocably faulty and being something that should have been weeded out in Quality Control.
I don't want to be faulty to my core. I don't want to be someone who can never be restored.
I'd be happier if she had an image of me as a piece of sturdy ancient earthenware, cracked but worth restoring to functionality. At the moment I feel like a pile of broken bits that grate painfully on each other.