I don't deny my family difficulties in the slightest. And I've swam in them, stomped them, sauteed them and fricasseed them until I concluded they've stolen far too much of my life.

These ruminations don't help my work or my friendships, nor do they inoculate me, unfortunately, from"irrational" emotions.

If we're not inclined, I see no moral imperative for a total life inquest, nor have I observed anyone has done so now superbly rational.