Susan E. Schwartz, Ph.D., Jungian analyst

10/12/2025

Oh, this is pain, this is anguish!...To whom shall I give all, that flows through me, from my warm porous body? I will gather my flowers and present them—Oh! To whom?
(Virginia Woolf, 2000, p. 57)

10/11/2025

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09/28/2025

"Individuation does not shut one out from the world, but gathers the world to oneself"
(Jung, 1960/1969, para. 432

09/21/2025

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift ― (Mary Oliver, Thirst: Poems, The Uses of Sorrow, 2007)

09/14/2025

A recent podcast with Madness Cafe on The Absent Father Effect on Daughters; Father Desire, Father Wounds--Here's the link:

What effect does an absent father (whether physically or emotionally) have on children, specifically daughters? We explore this topic with this week's guest Dr. Susan Schwartz. Susan E. Schwartz, Ph.D. trained in Zurich, Switzerland as a Jungian a...

09/07/2025

"A share in something great always arouses envy, "

Jung's introduction to the I Ching, Chinese Book of Wisdom (1950, para. 980)

08/31/2025

Memory often suffers from the disturbing influence of unconscious contents
(Jung, CW9i, para. 504).

08/24/2025

This above all--to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day,
thou canst not then be false to any man. (Act 1 scene 3, Hamlet, Shakespeare)

08/17/2025

(Neumann, 1973, p. 76) “If a negative primal relationship has produced a negativized ego, the resulting aggressions can no longer be integrated, and then we have the phenomenon onto which the term narcissism properly applies”.

08/10/2025

Lies, rather than conscious manipulations, refer to unconscious disguises used to avoid confronting unbearable emotional truths. Additionally, lies disrupt the healthy balance between reality and imagination, distorting the perspective required for meaning-making (Eekoff 2023).

08/04/2025

There is some check in the flow of my being; a deep stream presses on some obstacle; it jerks; it tugs; some knot in the centre resists. Oh, this is pain, this is anguish!...To whom shall I give all, that flows through me, from my warm porous body? I will gather my flowers and present them—Oh! To whom?
(Woolf, 2000, p. 57)