It’s no secret that their clients come to psychologists and psychotherapists. Exactly them. I am no exception, my clients come to me. Exactly mine). That is, like me. And their experiences are very consonant with mine. Dialogue therapy in action. Through the eyes of my client. “What should I do? How can I live? Questions, questions, eternal questions. Lexical hopelessness... Well, let me remove the “how.” All that remains is: should I be? Should I live? I'll try to replace the question mark with a dot. That's all: I am to be, I am to live. There is always an answer to any question. It's simple. Any question can be turned into a statement. Change the question mark to a period. This is a necessary skill and I would even say a condition for inner peace. Put a period or an ellipsis, as you like... The period is easier for me to carry. But how difficult it is to stop, you want to run, run, flattered by the hope for something more, for a specific answer. And I search and find. I bite into knowledge, swallow it, spit it out and swallow it again. Something new, it seems like it’s right, it seems like it’s about me... And suddenly, no, it’s not right, something’s not right, I throw it away and move on. Disappointed, devastated... I'm searching again. Always in active search, damn it... I finally find answers in religion, but damn it’s so scary, it contradicts all my other knowledge. Will there really be an eternal struggle inside me now? Who to believe, what to believe? Or just believe... God help me! And suddenly a strange question: - Are you interested in me? Well, of course I am. Your knowledge, worldview... - No, am I just interesting in and of myself? Without knowledge, without everything? I thought about it. I started looking and suddenly I saw just a man. Just a woman. Who wants to be there and just support. She doesn’t try to teach, but just stands next to me... And says that she is with me and is ready to support me... And suddenly she let me go. I'm not alone. So this is what kind of reindeer you are. So that’s what I’m afraid of and why I’m running. Loneliness and Rejection... I want to cry. She says she would like to hug me. I am always embarrassed by such words. But deep down I regret that Skype doesn’t allow hugging... I look at her and understand, but she’s just a person... Just a woman... With whom I manage to communicate in a different way, not as usual. But it’s just communication, just a meeting that reveals something inside and turns me to myself. But I, too, am just a woman with my fears and experiences and with tears in my eyes and a happy smile on my face. I am. I have to be and I have to live... Thank you..." PS We finally met…