Alice is desperate and lonely. Her relationships are chaotic and she has made several suicide attempts. But her innocent eye has not been blinded by an excess of classroom education. She writes an account of a therapeutic session:
'I think that I was able to open up to you and express myself so that you could see me raw and all my weaknesses and feelings that torment. I felt obviously that I was opening myself up as much as possible and had given all that I could of my feelings, my truth, but although we discussed them and I saw things in some ways in a different perspective it couldn't go deeper because it was a one-way thing - I don't want you to tell me all your feelings and thoughts of your own life but it is difficult when one feels one's giving like one's soul or Being and that it is one-sided. Although I felt you understood most of what I expressed, I wished perhaps you would reveal your true feelings and not act out the part of an analyst because I do feel at times that when we are getting somewhere you say the right thing to say instead of what you really feel.' (My italics) Alice is tormented by a chaotic sense of badness and weakness. She
roughly handled, she does her best to reveal her weakness and to expose herself raw. She feels safe enough to begin to emerge from her isolation and venture into the unknown, helped by the sympathetic understanding of her therapist. She longs to go 'deeper', but in order to do so she needs to join in a conversation which is much more than a one-sided 'discussion'. The 'right' words of an analyst (as she understands the label) do not speak to her 'soul' or 'Being'. She has been able to enjoy a new view both of herself and of the world around her.