Thanks for spinning these ideas around — got me thinking. (Also, she chatted about her book (and her story) a bit on the latest HBR ideacast).
Ah noble cause; I hope this magazine sings! After all, I measure every grief I meet:
I note that Some — gone patient long —
At length, renew their smile —
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil —
A great friend of mine, after too many months of recurrent abuse, took her therapist’s advice and dispatched her belittling mind-twiddler thus:
When he stopped by again, to remind me that I’m worthless, that I’m lucky to be with him, and that I’ll be forever unhappy without him; I looked him square in the eyes and very slowly, I named him: “I see you. I know your game. Fuck you.”