The mind, or the natural you cannot actually be split. As a zen poem says:
Like a sword that cuts, but cannot cut itself;
Like an eye that sees, but cannot see itself.
The illusion of the split comes from the mind’s attempt to be both itself and its idea of itself, from a fatal confusion of the map with the territory. To make an end of the illusion, the mind must stop trying to act upon itself, upon its stream of experiences, from the standpoint of the idea of itself which we call the ego. This is expressed in another Zen poem:
Sitting quietly, doing nothing,
Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.
What I do is help you see the ideas you have mistaken yourself for – as you see them rather than be them, you can make a relationship with them. If you’re not a Zen master they have a life of their own.