I regret it tremendously. My therapy was intense training on how to be a depressive by encouraging me to wallow in my deficiencies and my life’s unfairnesses. It encouraged me to expect the world to cater to me as the special victim that therapy trained me to be. It kept me enfeebled by performing to gratify my therapists.

As I de-programmed—still a work in progress—I decided that self obsession actually is detrimental to self knowledge. The latter comes from what I achieve, how I meet challenges, not sniveling into tissues to elicit my therapists’ synthetic concern.