Which Self Do You Want Me to Be Today?
A raw detour from inside the bullshit circus of self-help, social compliance, and the commodification of identity.
The self-help industry enrages me. It has for years. Not because it fails, but because it succeeds in all the wrong ways. The heroes are well-lit predators who prey on longing. Their siren song: “You’re broken, but lucky you, we sell recovery.”
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