HeyJaredAlextotle: The In-Between
Reflections from inside the questions—mirrors for people tired of answers.
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What Else Is Possible? (opens the original)
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I’ve been told I’m all over the place.They’re not wrong.I’m a psychotherapist. I write. I make music. I’ve acted. I’ve studied religion, Buddhism, philosophy, psychology. I started a nonprofit. I’m building something with old homies.I can spend the morning thinking about human suffering, the afternoon trying to understand a fucking insurance bill, and the evening arguing with a cello about whether it belongs in a piece of music.I have books I’m writing.Songs I’m making.Things I haven’t finished.
Coming Home (opens the original)
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I was watching The Matrix when I started texting the homies about The Odyssey.This is how these things usually happen.No seminar. No leather chair. No serious men sitting around discussing mythology.Just a bunch of foos getting texts they probably didn't ask for.I had been thinking about Neo getting stuck in that strange subway station in The Matrix Revolutions. Mobil Avenue. A place between the Matrix and the machine world.Not quite here.Not quite there.Limbo.Rearrange MOBIL and you get LIMBO.F
The Chair (opens the original)
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Somewhere along the way, I crossed the room.I went from being one of the people others wanted to help to becoming one of the helpers.I’m not sure exactly when it happened.I went to school. Read books. Learned theories. Sat through trainings. Learned words like trauma, intervention, treatment, boundaries, transference, resistance.Eventually, I became a clinician.Now people sit across from me.Sometimes they arrive already explained.There is a diagnosis in the chart. A history. Symptoms. Hospitaliz
Why Him? (opens the original)
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I've spent most of my life trying to answer a question that was never really about me.I was seventeen the first time I heard it."Why him?"My girlfriend was pregnant.She was seventeen too.We were both still in high school.Her grandmother had raised her.She had dreams for that little girl.Dreams that, in a single afternoon, suddenly looked different.I can still see her face.Not angry.Heartbroken.And standing in front of her...was me.I wasn't angry either.I was ashamed.Ashamed that I had become the
Chi Is Ready (opens the original)
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