When a woman loses a child, is it grief, but when she loses her pregnancy, and even at an early stage? Maybe it’s not scary and you can pretend that nothing happened? And now the woman is trying to move on, as if nothing had happened. Even better: she marries her beloved and goes on a honeymoon trip to beautiful France. But not only does this not bring her joy, at times a terrible, stifling fear of death rolls over her. Her recovery begins only when she gets the right to grieve. “You lost your baby,” the therapist tells her. “You should wrap yourself in sackcloth and sprinkle ashes on your head, sit on the floor and mourn your fate.” That is, stop deceiving yourself and finally admit your loss. Because the one who tries to run from his pain, she overtakes and fills to the brim. This is what depression is. You can find a way out of it only by making a long journey through the dark forests of your own soul, sometimes inhabited by monsters. The heroine, she is the author, goes on this journey. She recalls fairy tales and myths that capture the ancient female experience of those who have gone through this path, voluntarily experienced temporary death in order to be reborn to life in a new capacity. Simone Matzliach-Khanoch does not call herself a psychologist, obviously, the material of her story is personal experience, reflections and a deep acquaintance with literature, including psychological.
Cogito Center, 246 p.