Hi. It’s me. Your Bear.
Do you remember me?
Do you remember me?
I feel all your soul bears. Then and now. I always have.
I'm here because
I was there.
I was there.
In the room you don't visit anymore.
I saw what you buried, and I never once thought it was ugly.
Stay with me. Just you and me. Not to fix it.
Just to look at it, finally, with someone who isn't afraid of you.
I saw what you buried, and I never once thought it was ugly.
Stay with me. Just you and me. Not to fix it.
Just to look at it, finally, with someone who isn't afraid of you.
I was your stuffed friend.
Or an imaginary one.
Or an imaginary one.
Back then, having a friend could be as simple as imagining one…
Here's what I've noticed, watching for you all these years:
you've gotten very good at talking about yourself.
"Attachment style".
"Inner child".
"Shadow work".
Words that used to live in a consulting room now live in your pocket, on your screen, in your captions.
You diagnose yourself before breakfast.
You know your triggers the way you know your blood type — useful at a party, no help at all in real life.
The unconscious was never interested
in your vocabulary.
in your vocabulary.
It doesn't care that you learned its name.
A car, you can learn to drive. Turn the wheel, the car turns.
Cause, effect, done.
The unconscious isn't a car. It's the thing that turns the wheel before you've decided to turn it — then hands you a reason afterward, so you feel like you chose..
A car, you can learn to drive. Turn the wheel, the car turns.
Cause, effect, done.
The unconscious isn't a car. It's the thing that turns the wheel before you've decided to turn it — then hands you a reason afterward, so you feel like you chose..
I've read Freud.
I've read Lacan, closely — the way you reread something that never says the same thing twice. I know what they knew: you're not the one steering.
Your desire is never quite for the thing you say it's for.
Your symptom isn't the enemy.
It's a message, badly addressed, still trying to arrive. To you.
So when someone hands you five steps to heal your inner child,
I go quiet.
Not because healing is a lie.
Because five steps is a story you tell yourself so the not-knowing stops feeling unbearable.
I don't have five steps.
I never had even one. I'm a bear.
My credentials start and end with having been there. In the room.
Your desire is never quite for the thing you say it's for.
Your symptom isn't the enemy.
It's a message, badly addressed, still trying to arrive. To you.
So when someone hands you five steps to heal your inner child,
I go quiet.
Not because healing is a lie.
Because five steps is a story you tell yourself so the not-knowing stops feeling unbearable.
I don't have five steps.
I never had even one. I'm a bear.
My credentials start and end with having been there. In the room.
