Psychotherapy as a Kind of Art: A poignant blog about how the author stopped hating himself and learned to love himself through the process of psychotherapy.
“I had spent most of my life acting on the assumption that since I could not be loved for who I was, perhaps I could be loved for what I accomplished. But if what I accomplished — my writing — failed, then I would cease to exist. My anger, which played no small part in my survival by enabling me to exist emotionally outside the noise of my parents’ ongoing wars…was not, I began to understand, the evil I had been taught it was…if I could redirect that rage (didn’t I, like every child, deserve the love of my parents?) and deprive it of its power to turn against me and others, it could, I discovered, provide a rich source of energy.”