The loneliness, the anxiety, the anger, the terror.Īll your secrets are going to come out. If you’re serious about getting into intimate relationships-becoming a real person, as you said-you need to feel every feeling you’ve been stifling since you were a kid.

“You’re going to feel lonelier than you ever have in your life. “What’s going to happen to me when I start group?” (And stop wanting to be dead in the process.)Ĭhristie didn’t start out her journey specifically in search of Group Therapy, in fact she was completely against the idea when it was suggested by her therapist, Dr Rosen-who is arguably the main character in the book aside from Christie herself.Īll she wanted was to keep seeing him for individual sessions, but he was set on group therapy being the answer. 🫀 The entire purpose of this book and Christie’s motivator for seeking therapy for Christie was to quite literally “score her heart” so that she could finally achieve the sense of deep fulfilment from secure love. “Scoring was required for attachment, and my heart lacked the grooves.” - page 6

In the same way that you have to score the surface of a pottery mug of squishy clay in order to attach the handle securely, she identifies as her heart being thoroughly “unscored” and incapable of allowing it to become so through building genuine relationships. It turns out that even her choice of career to be a lawyer was actually to do with the fact that she could use the long hours as a cover for her completely empty personal life.Ĭhristie describes the surface of her heart as “smooth, slick, and unattached”. If I died, I wouldn’t have to fill the remaining forty-eight hours of this weekend or Wednesday’s holiday or the weekend after that.” - page 3 “I wish someone would shoot me in the head.”Ī soothing thought with a cool obsidian surface. On the surface you would assume everything was fine, but inside it’s a very different story: She confesses that she has noone to see and nothing to do, even though she is in the middle of a busy law degree at a Chicago University. We start with Christie sitting in her car in the parking lot of a fruit and vegetable store at eight thirty on a Saturday morning.

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