Welcome. I’m glad you came back.
One of my most vivid childhood memories is the afternoon Daddy came in from work with a fresh refill from the pharmacy in his hand. Daddy had been under a doctor’s care for months, doing all he could to get well. But when he opened the bottle to take his medicine, the pills weren’t the same as the first prescription.
Daddy started barking like a mad dog, grabbed his keys, and headed back to town to take a bite out of the pharmacist. He was told that indeed, there had been a mistake. The medicine he had been taking for six weeks was the wrong medicine.
Trusting the experts in charge of his case, Daddy had proceeded along the recommended path hoping and praying recovery would begin. He followed doctor’s orders without question, even though he wasn’t experiencing improvement in his health. But how could he, when he had been given the wrong medicine? The cure his ailing heart so desperately needed had not been given. It had been replaced by an imitation of the real thing.
Two weeks later, Daddy passed away at the age of 52. I adored the grizzly man with a teddy bear’s heart. Even though Daddy did all he was told to do by the experts, his heart only continued to weaken because he was taking the wrong medicine.
We’ve been doing what we were told to do, following doctor’s orders and taking our pills. But something is wrong. We feel it. We see it. We’re only getting sicker. We’re drowning in ‘Itis’. We can trace it back to the day we asked for help and accepted the diagnosis from Nathaniel Branden and Carl Rogers that the answers we were looking for were to be found in ourselves.
They were wrong. Dead wrong.
Mega doses of self-esteem do not bring out the best in us, but the worst. Self-esteem doesn’t shrink our selfishness, it enlarges it. The pill of self-esteem only furthers our disease. It doesn’t cure it. Just like Daddy, we will die without the right medicine.
I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a spoon full of sugar to help this go down, but candy-coating this issue won’t make it easier to digest. I’m sorry to leave you hanging today, but that’s all I can stomach for now.
I’ll be back with more…