I sat in my chair, desperately trying to make her believe that she was lovable. Her history of pain had left her to conclude that she was fundamentally inferior, unworthy of love. The logical approach wasn’t working. Reassurance wasn’t working. My whole psychological...
“Your Unicorn Must Be Rubbing Off on Me” Two messages have influenced my choices. The first, I rebelled against. The second, I listened for too long. The first message was that I needed to be “realistic” in my aspirations. Big dreams were for other people. I needed to...
