I am going to post some pages from a book that literally changed my life when I first read it in the 1970s.
"Knowing Woman", by Irene Claremont de Castilejo
Parts of it, those that fit into a Jungian framework, were as meaningless to me then as they are now, but, and there is a huge but here: The chapters where a wise old psychotherapist nakedly and honestly describes her own experiences, still resonate through the years.
Like this one, on meeting people. (Click on the page to make it legible):