How Self-Help Books Almost But Not Quite Did Me In
Twenty-six books and 4,758 pages later, and I’m no better off than when I started. I’m not saying that self-help books are solely to blame for my lack of
Ahhhh…this blog category is the story of my life. After reading several, and I mean SEVERAL, self-help books, I realized that unlike the authors who found their way to the other side of their rainbow and were able to share their success formula with the rest of the world, I’d never be able to. Why? Because despite all the self-help formulas I read, and all my years of therapy, I was almost, but not quite “there.” So, where’s there? For me, there represents a lot of things. I was almost, but not quite happy. I was almost, but not quite someone who mattered professionally. I was almost, but not quite in love. And the list went on. I was stuck and still am. I am mediocre. This category covers topics like dating, self-help, aunthood, depression, death, dieting, anxiety, career achievement, love, and much more. And I have a small hunch some of the messages will be quite relatable.
Twenty-six books and 4,758 pages later, and I’m no better off than when I started. I’m not saying that self-help books are solely to blame for my lack of
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Twenty-six books and 4,758 pages later, and I’m no better off than when I started. I’m not saying that self-help books are solely to blame for my lack of
It was an ordinary life I wished for, and that is what I have
- Coralie Sardie in The Museum of Extraordinary Things by American novelist Alice Hoffman.
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