Well, I can't pretend that I have no more task to complete. I have already push it to the back of my mind but now I can't. The clock is ticking. I have until September to submit my Thesis. I have already failed once. I can't afford to fail it a second time because then, I might just throw in the towel. I am glad that I threw my draft into the black hole, letting my brain thaw before I try again. The first time i tried to transcribed the women's stories, i couldn't stop the tears. I distracted myself with a million things; movies, books, hikes ... there was always something else to do, something else to think of. I couldn't make those stories a priority because the voices that screamed from the taped audio were voices of broken dreams, of hearts so crushed with disillusionment, of unexpressed anger full of cynicism, of worries for their young ones, a mother's love so full it that no universe could contain it but a wife's love like the melting glacier as the earth's get warmer. From a bellowed "how dare he?!" to a whimpering "how could he..." like a twist of a knife in the heart.
Update : I went to see my Supervisor and she taught me things. Thank God! Gave me more clarity on how to proceed. When i am made to break their words into pieces then reconstruct them, i can look at them objectively with detached emotions. Is it better to be detached or be with them? Sometimes our emotion paralyze us from taking action.
-back to work-
A Licensed Counsellor in the making...
Update : I went to see my Supervisor and she taught me things. Thank God! Gave me more clarity on how to proceed. When i am made to break their words into pieces then reconstruct them, i can look at them objectively with detached emotions. Is it better to be detached or be with them? Sometimes our emotion paralyze us from taking action.
-back to work-
A Licensed Counsellor in the making...
