I will never forget a young man I saw in therapy a few years back. His family history was a nightmare. His parents were alcoholics who’d never really showed much love or interest in him. In their eyes, the boy was a mistake, always a failure.
By the time he reached elementary school, this boy had been stripped of his self-esteem. He hated himself just as much as his parents hated him. He was a lonely and depressed child who lacked the courage or self-confidence to make friends, and he had suicidal thoughts.
It was at this lowest point that something wonderful happened, something that literally saved his life.
