Kind of a pretentious title, don’t you think? And yet, that’s precisely what one learns in certain circles.
I can only control me; I can only choose my actions, and that’s how I will cope: by choosing me, by focusing on me. I’m “sorry” if you feel differently, but your opinion—you—no longer matter in my world.
No wonder people have become more and more self-centered.
I remember a great man once said, “Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.”
Whatever happened to the people who checked up on you when you were going through a hard time? Where are the friendly neighbors who cared? When did we decide that helping someone else was a sacrifice we’re no longer willing to make?
We’re so busy looking out for number one that we don’t see the pain we’ve inflicted, the hurts we could heal if we honestly cared.
My sadness is that the person who’s going to come out the other side of this modern view in therapy is a stranger, no longer the one I once knew and loved. It was never about saving someone else; it was always about love.
Fictional Boundaries 