The paper "Clinical psychiatric cases. Psychodynamic explanations and psychological complex" has two parts: Case studies from a psychotherapeutic perspective and case studies from a psychiatric perspective. These approaches are preceded by a chapter on mental disorder experienced or observed by children as the original chapter so disturbing.
We would be unjust if we did not do justice to the team of students in psychology and medicine, and medical residents who have contributed to the book. Their offering is, to the dismay of some of my colleagues who will read the preface, unrepeatable! For, in essence, it is their youth brings courage, enthusiasm, a certain ingenuity, and vision. I do not know what haunts me Yesenin, Do not regret, I do not mourn, do not cry / All pass the flower shattered / My autumn wither the cold / I'll never be young again ."...
One of the fundamental merits of the book is that it is easily read as a novel (good), that invites a new reading.
"Beautiful book, honor to whom you wrote! "
Prof. Radu Mihailescu
"I never promised you a rose garden."
I would like to share with you - the many and happy that you are normal - the impressions we experienced this summer, to meet people who have heart and mind sick people whom we call insane. Among the first things I learned was that word and that hurts. Then I read the book I have never promised a rose garden (Hannah Green), my first book is a contact with suffering.
It's about a teenager who spent four years of life in a psychiatric hospital. Deborah - heroine - living separately in two, as the heart of France. The world seemed evil and terrible reality, and black nights experienced in the Arctic Circle cold, cruel and cold foam crashing waves that desperately shore. So this girl is struck by the reality of emotions today I live. Her imaginary world in which the refuge was divided into four levels - Yr and Aldebaran were creations of the mind of Deborah, you figment as you create something dear and price. There were echoes of her desires, living the charmed water, mountain and rock strong as old as religion itself. Deborah's book is an effort, along with his therapist, Fried, to integrate the two worlds, you can move easily from the reality in which we all live in fantasy world of his own unconscious.
My book has produced strong emotions, deep vibration, especially after I read it, I met Carmen, a real patient, which I would have liked much to help. Reading these lines, I lived states otherwise, by itself paradoxical their content. Adolescence in a hospice is a dead life, a passion ice cold, full of pleasure torments. In the world of madness, love hating, laughing cry of happiness, you're an idiot who creates brilliant poetry and being silent scream. My eyes sparkled following lines, filled with creeps like fireflies. My lips were pale as wax old, my hands like puppets dancing chaotically broken.
He impressed me more than metaphor, which gives the title of the book. Deborah revolt on the grounds that his therapist through meetings held for four years, I "steal" imaginary world without giving them real world in another exchange. Exit the disease, to face the same harsh reality of losing contact with others who had fled. I realized this summer that being psychotic is dying to live every moment to decipher the reality nemaireusind, still dancing a dance without name, leaving remaining the same fate!