“It is known that the way we look at a person affects what we see; our feelings expressed in our gaze are also conveyed by our conversational speech; we can look at someone with adoring eyes, through rose-colored glasses, with hatred, we can see a speck in the eye, look with an angry, or oily, or even murderous look; we know that such feelings can influence and even unduly distort the accuracy of our perceptions, as well as our reactions to others. This, in turn, can influence how others actually treat us. Of course, our receptors - eyes, ears, mouth, nose, skin - everything that helps us make the outside inside, are living and developing parts of us themselves. And when we talk about evil or oily looks, we mean that the look puts something bad in what it is directed at. Because we project so much and then put it inside ourselves, we are not sure what we perceive is objectively present and what was added with love or hatred by ourselves. We fill ourselves with what we deal with, but we also express or banish into fantasy or reality our own feelings and parts of ourselves, good or bad, as well as our own internal history.” Irma Brenman PeakMy thoughts: Is there an objective reality? Or can we talk about her only in the plane of the obvious (they are married), and everything more subtle and elusive is inevitably subjective? For example, in therapy, patients often change their internal attitude towards their parents. At first there may be a lot of resentment, fear, and discontent. And over time, the attitude may change towards acceptance, gratitude, tenderness and differentiation. Are we the creators of our reality? A little positive: in psychotherapy we can collect parts of ourselves scattered in others and the world and understand and find our own meanings more and more. Psychotherapy allows you to more clearly understand “mine and NOT mine” and get a lot of pleasure and interest in yourself and others. After all, by understanding ourselves better, we begin to see others and our own uniqueness more clearly and diversely....