Don’t Believe Everything You Think

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When I look back at my life from age 17 until my thirties and midforties, I am astounded at how far I’ve come. During much of that time, I was virtually alone, depressed, anxious and distrustful.

I wrote a poem in my early thirties summed up my feelings that were at the core of my miserableness. No one cares for anyone/Anyone feels the same/Commitment is such a Dubious Deed/It drives us all insane.

Where did this gloom come from?

I grew up in an extremely dysfunctional – and unloving — family. My dad was stern and disapproving father. He answered any questions I asked with a tone that said “You idiot.”

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