The Prison of the Mind

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In the deepest basement of our being is the prison of the mind.  In it are all the outdated cassette tapes that we keep listening to.  All the cruel things ever said to us are stored here. It is a …

Denigration Confusion

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I was sitting in a group of women the other day listening to them talk about themselves in the most disrespectful manner. One woman described herself as being “such a mess and so disorganized.” When asked if she actually believed …

Who Am I?

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So many of my patients come to me reporting that they don’t know who they are. By that they usually mean, they don’t know what they like, they feel like they are never good enough, they have no idea what …