Last week I met with Shannon McLeod, a young local poet whose work I was not familiar with and am now a fan of. I particularly love Enid. I love the image of Enid (above) as well. It reminds me of those weird drawings by Henry Michaux. I think he called them Meidosems. Something like that.
Last week, my therapist suggested we put a name to my anxiety.
During our conversation, just for an example, she called it "Enid." She said I could change the name. She suggested I give it a name with a more repugnant association.
We named it so I could see illness as an enemy, a separate entity, rather than me.
I cannot think of anyone I hate as much as I hate this part of myself.
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