A year of disidentifying - everyone in our dreams is us

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Somebody asked me why I suggest that everyone in our dreams is us. 

Because they are.

Everyone and everything in our life is us too.


These blogs are explorations of adult emotional development and how understanding it can help us to live. I am a retired psychiatrist, mother and zen-based mindfulness teacher. In this blog I try to look the reality of life and death squarely in the eye. I am aware this is not for everyone. If you are squeamish about the idea please consider this your trigger warning.

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