Acting piously without being pious is the darkest hypocrisy, underlying our resentment of others, and our own self-loathing.
It’s the kind of fortitude and okayness that come only from soaking up the outpouring from a ripped open heart.
Therapeutic tunnels promising greener grass succeed when they dump us back on the brown patch where we began.
We don’t need guidance. We need liberty—to unfold the goodness of who we are.
The glowing contents remain inside after the rigid but fragile compartment shatters.
The 2 principles central to all authentic therapy and wisdom that sticks: Own from your bones. Worst first.