ABSTRACT
Every once in a while, I would revisit my story in the Handbook of Individual Therapy. At one year post-therapy, I had been left with a burning question: “What had really happened when I lost my mind?”. It was tempting to dwell on the word “catharsis”, a word Cassie had used when she spoke about my compulsion to write. The definition of catharsis was pretty accurate in terms of my experience, but nevertheless, the definition did not quite capture the essence of my experience, there was something missing, something tantalisingly elusive, and for my own peace of mind I needed to find out what it was.
