You don’t need to be a Jungian analyst
Last night I had a horrible nightmare in which many unspeakable things happened, including the kidnapping of Lina. And all I could think of as I was running around, screaming, searching for her, was this: I KNEW I should have handcuffed her arm to mine. Why didn’t I do that?
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at the image. She is close, safe. She is prisoner.
I used to worry that Lina would have a hard time understanding that she and I are not the same person. Now I worry about the day that she will turn to me and remind me of that same fact.