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Orpheus and the Glance Back
Orpheus could move mountains with his music. He could charm trees, silence storms, make stones weep. But when his wife Eurydice died, all that beauty meant nothing.
So he did what no one does willingly:
He went into the underworld.
He begged Hades for her return. And Hades—who rarely says yes to anything—said yes. On one condition:
Orpheus must lead her out. But he must not look back.
He makes it almost to the surface. Then, in a moment of fear or longing or love or doubt, he turns.
And just like that, she vanishes.
Pygmalion and the Projected Lover
When You’re Dating Your Own Fantasy
Pygmalion was a sculptor. A talented one. He carved a woman so beautiful, so flawless, that he fell in love with her. Every line of her body, every curve of her face—his masterpiece. And because the gods are both cruel and bored, Aphrodite brought her to life.
So he married her.
And lived happily ever after.
At least, he did.
Because she never had a name. Or a voice. Or an opinion. She was a man’s dream made flesh—and dreams don’t file for divorce.
Medea and the Meltdown
What Happens When Emotional Logic Breaks
Some myths whisper. This one screams.
Medea, daughter of a king and priestess of Hecate, helps Jason steal the Golden Fleece. She betrays her family, murders her brother, and flees into exile—all for love.
She saves Jason. She bears him children. She loses her homeland, her status, her gods.
And when Jason leaves her for a younger, wealthier woman, she kills their children.
Not in a fit of madness, but with terrifying emotional clarity. Because if he could kill her future, she would do the same to his.
No, this is not a feel-good chapter.
This is the part where we talk about what happens when love and identity collapse together—and one gets obliterated.
Eros and Psyche
The Romance of Emotional Transparency (and Why It’s So Damn Hard)
Let’s begin with a myth so lovely, even Freud blushed.
Eros, the god of love, and Psyche, a mortal woman whose name literally means “soul.”
They fall in love. But there's a catch—Psyche is forbidden to look at him.
She must love blindly, trust completely. Eros visits her only in the dark.
You already know where this is going.
One night, she lights a lamp. She wants to see who she’s loving. And the moment she does, the spell breaks. Eros flees. The house disappears. She’s alone.
Transparency ruins everything.
And yet—it's the only way forward.
Love Without Sight Is Fantasy
Clytemnestra and the Rage of the Abandoned
Betrayal, Power, and the Emotional Physics of Vengeance
Some wives wait.
Some wives burn down the house.
When Agamemnon returned from the Trojan War, he expected a hero’s welcome.
Instead, he got a bath, a robe with no armholes, and a blade in his chest—courtesy of Clytemnestra, his long-abandoned wife.
The details vary across tellings, but the gist remains: this wasn’t a crime of passion. It was a slow-cooked act of rage, ritual, and moral precision.
And if you think it’s just a Greek tragedy, you haven’t sat in a couples therapy room with someone who’s been quietly collecting betrayal data for a decade.
When Betrayal Becomes Identity
Socrates and the Art of Loving Argument
Why the Wisest Man in Athens Would Have Been a Great Couples Therapist
Let’s begin with a simple truth: most arguments between couples are not about content. They’re about context, tone, memory, and the secret, unmet longing buried beneath your third complaint about the dishwasher.
Now imagine if instead of reacting, your partner leaned in with curiosity and said,
“What do you mean by that?”
“How do you know it’s true?”
“Could it also mean something else?”
Congratulations—you’re now dating Socrates. Or at least someone using his method: relentless inquiry without rage.
Gladiators in Love — What Martial Knew That We Forgot
"What drunkenness doesn’t do, love does: Priscus and Verus have become gladiators."
— Martial, Epigrams 1.14
Before TikTok therapy explainers, before the Gottmans, even before Jesus turned water into wine at a wedding, a jaded Roman named Martial was already diagnosing your relationship problems.
In this single-line epigram, Martial skewers two noblemen, Priscus and Verus, who voluntarily became gladiators. Not because they were desperate.
Not because they were forced. But because they were in love—with status, with pride, and maybe, if we squint, with each other.
Martial doesn’t write sonnets. He writes surgical strikes. He understood that love, when infected by narcissism, doesn’t soften us. It makes us theatrical. It makes us willing to bleed for an audience.
Sound familiar?
The Argonauts and the Harpies
A Couples Therapy Allegory About What Interrupts Dinner (and Love)
Once upon a myth, Jason assembled a crew of slightly unhinged heroes, exiles, and professional risk-takers to sail across the world in search of the Golden Fleece—a shimmering, possibly magic sheep’s skin that everyone agreed would solve all their problems.
Because that’s what ancient quests are for: fixing whatever’s not working inside of you with something bright and far away.
So they built a ship, named it The Argo, and rowed toward meaning.
You’ve seen this before. Just replace the boat with a minivan, the fleece with a mortgage, and the crew with your extended family at Thanksgiving.
Priscus and Verus: The Gladiators Who Refused the Script
Rome, 80 CE.
The Colosseum groaned with anticipation. It was the first day of the inaugural games under the new emperor, Titus.
Marble seats baked under a Roman sun. Senators and slaves, patricians and plebs, all leaned forward to witness blood sport—the sacred theater of domination and death.
Two gladiators entered the arena: Priscus and Verus.
Well-matched. Well-trained. Well-aware that in Rome, the only way out of the arena was through the body of your opponent—or in pieces.
But something happened that day that shocked even the Emperor.
Music and Memory Make Believe: How Soundscapes Hijack Our Emotional Recall
Ever listen to a song and suddenly remember a moment that didn’t quite happen that way?
Maybe your break-up feels more tragic with Adele in the background—or your childhood picnic seems oddly cheerful, thanks to the Bee Gees.
According to new research published in Cognitive, Affective, & Behavioral Neuroscience, there may be a neuroscientific reason for this. Music, it turns out, doesn’t just accompany our memories—it can reshape them.
Let’s walk through the study that reveals just how sneaky music can be in our memory reconsolidation process—and why this matters for therapists, educators, marketers, and basically anyone with a Spotify account and a human brain.
How Stories Shape Beauty: What Your Brain Thinks of a Face Once It Knows a Bit About the Person
A face is never just a face. At least, not to your brain.
A new study in Brain Imaging and Behavior reveals that our judgments of attractiveness are shaped not just by facial features, but by the stories we attach to them.
When you learn something about a person — say, they’re a university professor, a couples therapist, a street sweeper, have depression, or lean left politically — that information subtly (or not-so-subtly) rewires your brain’s evaluation of their attractiveness.
Not only does your rating change, but your brain’s circuitry shifts too, lighting up regions that process language and meaning rather than just faces.
And yes, all of this can happen even if the person in the photo doesn’t actually exist.
Tolstoy vs. Dostoevsky on the Meaning of Life: A Deathmatch of Hope
If Leo Tolstoy and Fyodor Dostoevsky had been locked in a room and told they couldn’t leave until they agreed on the meaning of life, one of two things would’ve happened:
A duel at dawn (Tolstoy trained with pistols; Dostoevsky preferred psychological torture),
Or a 4,000-page co-authored religious treatise involving farm labor, murdered children, forgiveness, and the moral significance of buttered bread.
Either way, you wouldn’t be leaving with a bumper sticker.