((Berries))
do me a favor?
I'm serious about this--please tell me one thing that you like about yourself. There's got to be something...

I'm asking because it was asked of me when I was in a group session. I balked and said there wasn't anything good about myself...the T told me to think of anything, absolutely anything.
I did.
My Ears...because I could hear music, the music that held me when I hurt so badly
I could not think of anything intangible like being kind or loyal or gentle. It was necessary for me to start with something physical then in time I moved on to seeing the value of my person.

I had to start someplace...ears for my music, then feet 'cause I loved walking, my nose 'cause I could smell the honeysuckle...anything physical was all right.
It took that poor man nearly two months before I understood the concept...there is good in all of us. Most times the depression blinds us to it.

What's one good thing about you? Yeah, I felt stupid at first but ya know what? It works...starts off small and inches towards making peace with the reflection in the mirror.

Catherine