I always imagined that you might write something about me. I wanted to leave an imprint on your life. I don’t want to be “just another patient”. I wanted to be “special”. I want to be something, anything. I feel like nothing, no one. If I left an imprint on your life, maybe I would be someone, someone you wouldn’t forget. I’d exist then. (Marge’s letter to Yalom)
Irvin D. Yalom, Love's Executioner and Other Tales of Psychotherapy
existence, existential, psychology, remembrance, self-esteem