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Rachel Wheeley's avatar

I learned (not just in 2023 but in the last few years) to choose the path of most love, connection and growth. I learned to focus on the places where love is returned, where care is taken, where joy is the bottom line (thank you Beth McColl for that one). I learned that there will always be people who want to pull me into their particular brand of chaos, and to pull them, instead, into my peace. I learnt that not everyone deserves power over my emotions, and that I don't owe everyone who wants to talk to me as much time as they want. I learnt that I don't have to do things to 100% or even 80% of my ability, but that if I'm going to do less, I need to think more; to forgive more. I learnt to devour nice things. I learnt to put down the burdens that are too heavy to lift in order to enjoy this imperfect day. And at least half of all of that I learnt from your newsletter. Thank you Polly, as ever, and a very Happy New Year to you. In 2024, more exuberance, more joy!

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My psychoanalyst retired in July and I finished eleven years of intense therapy with him. I began working with him nine months after the sudden death of my brother. Our work saw me through that and the declining health and passing of my father at 94 and my mother at 97, eleven months later. It also helped me through menopause (I'm 56) and most importantly it got at the trauma and after-effects of the neglect and sexual /emotional abuse I'd experienced in my childhood in a way that nothing else I'd tried (and I'd tried a lot by that point) had managed to.

In the nine months of knowing that the end was coming I revisited every stage of our work and tried every trick I had in an attempt to dodge the pain of losing the only person I felt had ever truly seen and loved me, unconditionally. Didn't work; it was fucking painful. The surprise came after our last session when I found that I was left feeling elated rather than despondent. I'd never really experienced a conscious, formal ending to anything, nor had I been with any of my family members when they passed. I didn't understand the power of working through things to the point that they could actually be laid to rest and then...laying them to rest. I'm not saying that I'm some sort of fully evolved person who has no more work to do. That's an imaginary state, as far as I can tell. I'm saying that the past is no longer my constant companion. I'm saying I no longer have a bunch of unprocessed trauma rattling around in my brain at all times. I'm saying I finally get to have a life. Obviously this didn't all happen this year but I have long thought change happens slowly, impercebtibly and then all at once. And this year, this ending, has a sort of all at once quality to it. I love myself in a way I didn't know was possible. I am very proud of myself and so, so grateful. Nobody was ever luckier.

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