Sometimes part of us is berried alive, deep in the foundation of the
structure of our personality. People come to therapy at times for
renovations on the surface structure at times only to by accident discover the
fossil of their past, of the child that they were, of the young teenager that
they were, this fossilized part of them is not dead, this vital self is still
alive, wanting to speak. Everyone still ignores the child coming back to
life, trying to speak, to say the words they where never allowed to say, as
they work on the service structure not appreciating the pricelessness of what
they discovered, rediscovered.
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