Frankl's 'Man's Search for Meaning'
I've read halfway through Viktor E. Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning in the last couple of hours. I've been underlining passages I particularly relate to. Nothing so far has been inspiring so much as simply confirming. The largest epiphany I have had is this: that I feel a victim to my disease as a jewish prisoner during World War II felt to the Nazis. The experiences Frankl describes under the thumb of Nazi rule is identical to my experiences with depression. My therapist was correct in suggesting the book to me again. She had before, months ago, and I had purchased it without saying anything to her but never got around to reading it. Now that I've read half the book I am reminded of saying some of the exact same things he says just in my session this week.
The problem with this is that I am sure Jennifer intended for me to feel, as I said, inspired by reading Frankl's ability to find meaning in life despite his situation. But I can't. I can't because I'm living the same situation.
The problem with this is that I am sure Jennifer intended for me to feel, as I said, inspired by reading Frankl's ability to find meaning in life despite his situation. But I can't. I can't because I'm living the same situation.