Sista dagen på året

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Ibland känns det lättare att tänka i cykler och ordna sin tillvaro i en likadan ordning som de flesta andra, det vill säga, dagar, veckor, månader och år. Jag tycker att det är ganska praktiskt. Även om jag förstår,


The latest psychological research and treatment methods, are all pointing towards the same thing. It doesn’t matter at all if your reality is shared with others or not. If others find your reality their reality or not. It’s all about what you experience, what is true to you, and how you live with your experiences and can live in the direction of the life you want to, regardless of what you experience.

What matters is that you know what you find important,

Psychologist and author

Psychologist and author. Author and psychologist.

I wrote this every week in my diary, during the whole spring and summer. Sometimes it was difficult, sometimes easy. Sometimes it was easier to write psychologist first, and then kind of author came along at the end. Sometimes I felt author must be first and psychologist could come at the end.

And these were only two of my roles,

To write

I’m writing to put thoughts into physical form.

It’s like getting a hold of a cloud, paint it, and it has become something diffrent even before I lift my pen from the paper.

To write helps me to distance myself from my thoughts, emotions, roles, identities. A gap is created, a gap that gives room for observation.

I love observing. Observing myself, others, a bumle bee, the waves, the sky.