Mari Ruti, “When the Cure Is that There Is No Cure”

This is my favorite piece of psychoanalytic literature I’ve ever read. It’s humanizing and personal in a way that analytic writing often fails to reach. I think Ruti is also, for the suffering person, a kind of light in darkness. Curious as to what others think.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/14Vl8qEPqpD0nAzvcDNNegdcC5AJRX9wU/view?usp=drivesdk