After I read this in a student’s journal, “I wake up hating myself or is it hating that I am not the imagined self? Hating that I should be this way but I act that way. What I hate is believing I should be a certain way which I am not”, I offered to lend them some books that I find useful about the mind, but they said don’t bother, they were just improvising – didn’t you say everything is an improvisation? I said yes I think that’s true but it sounds like you are in a place where you need help, the kind you get from another person. Maybe I am, they replied, but I don’t want to read anything. I said I could offer you some help in literature, movies, painting or songs instead? They said okay and I made them a list. We shall see in a few weeks exactly how good a therapist I am [or ain’t].