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Informationen zum Autor Satya Doyle Byock is a licensed psychotherapist, writer, and the director of The Salome Institute of Jungian Studies. Her work is informed by analytical psychology, history, and social justice advocacy. She lives in Portland. Klappentext "What's wrong with me? I feel so stuck. Is this all there is? Satya Doyle Byock hears these refrains regularly in her psychotherapy practice, Quarterlife Counseling, where she works exclusively with individuals between the ages of eighteen to thirty-five. She understands their frustration. Some clients have seemingly done everything "right": earn a degree, get a job, meet a partner, settle down. Yet, even after checking these boxes, they are left unfulfilled and unclear on what to do next. Others are uninterested in following this prescribed path, but often feel unmoored as a result. And while society is quick to label these emotions as traits of generations like Millennials or Gen Z, or offer diagnoses and prescriptions to get rid of these feelings, Byock sees it differently. She believes these struggles are a natural part of the developmental journey of Quarterlife, a distinct stage of life, like adolescence or midlife, that every person goes through, but has been virtually ignored by popular culture and psychology. In Quarterlife, Byock utilizes her twenty years of experience to help Quarterlifers and those who love them better understand this unique phase of life. Using personal storytelling, mythology, pop culture, literature, and history, with references ranging from Rilke to Harry Potter, Doyle introduces us to the two primary types of Quarterlifers, as well as the four stages of the Quarterlife development, providing context and practices to help orient readers along their own journeys"-- Leseprobe CHAPTER 1 Something Better Than This My interest in this time of life began as I neared my college graduation. I couldn’t help but notice that practically everyone in my class was uncertain about their future. Except for the calm and happy few who had jobs lined up or were headed to law school, the scene felt like Godzilla had suddenly arrived on our shores. Some people started to panic and were throwing themselves in one direction or another, seeking some plan, any plan, to survive. Some seemed utterly resigned, as if they’d determined that their best days were in the past. Others still were partying a little too maniacally, as if they believed that keeping the college life going would make the enormous threat disappear. Up until that point, we’d studied, written papers, and taken tests. We’d played sports, protested, partied, eaten lunch together in the cafeteria, and lain out on the vast lawn when it wasn’t raining. We were occupied almost all of the time, but we were focused on getting through school and getting to graduation. Each class had deadlines and tests. Each semester led into the next one, until graduation day itself reached only after a last round of finals and preparation for visiting family. It happened quickly. Suddenly, here we were: finishing nearly two decades of school with very little direction on what to do afterward. Ample attention had been spent on how to get us into college and on sales pitches for which schools to attend, but now we weren’t customers anymore, just a bunch of people in our early twenties being tossed from the academic nest with no instruction other than: Go. Go on. That’s all we have for you. I felt no clearer about what I was doing with my life than I had in high school. Most of the time when I expressed my existential protestations, they fell on deaf ears. This was just “the way things are,” and I would “figure it out.” I found myself reflecting on one of the last scenes in the beloved rom-com of my youth Say Anything . When I was a lovesick teenager, the scene that I’d replay over and over was of Lloyd Dobler holding a boombox above his head, l...
