“Anxiety is there. It is only sleeping. Its breath
quivers perpetually through Dasein” Martin Heidegger also once stated that it is
through the anxiety which the authentic self comes into existence . . . . In the line of psychotherapy in working with
those in psychic pain this is a nugget of gold, a jewel, for them. The Other is always lurking, predatoriality
is the nature of existence as persons in a world with multiple layers of victimization. There is something comfortable about foreclosing
on the nom du père, giving back one's allegiance to the Other, or to some imagined symbiotic relationship with the mOther, is a kernel at the core of psychosis, according to Jacques Lacan. Anxiety then is the admission that we are vulnerable? We are made
vulnerable to the name of the father, within the Symbolic Order. In the Real we are; in the Imaginary we can
be thus. Anxiety prevents the person from being encompassed by mOther, to be
issued a loss. Friedrich Nietszche, who
uttered that we grow strong through wounding, went mad; and Henri Nouwen
implied something akin to this matter of being wounded, making a healer, though,
in such weakness.
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