The Death of one’s Soul
The Death of one’s Soul A few days ago a woman came to me for a consultation. She had been a patient of mine fifteen years ago. She was a difficult case because she would not see certain things, she would not play the game, she wanted to remain a child. Certain people cannot take life seriously, as if they were born to be eternal children. If a case comes to me with diabetes and the patient will not pay attention to his symptoms or take my advice, there is nothing I can do. A few days ago I saw my old patient again. She looked awful and I was shocked. She saw it and said, "Yes, it's very bad, but I have no problem any more." She wanted me to tell her husband that she was no longer hysterical, and it was true she had no problems, no troubles; she had sucked them in, converted them into her body. In such cases the heart races for psychological reasons, and the result is a neurosis comparable to a shell-shock. One jumps at everything and has no cont...