For Father’s Day, tomorrow, friend Xerxes remembers his mother praising his own father for being “consistent.” He considers this a case of being damned with faint praise. He thinks “devoted” would have been better.

I think he is quite wrong.

 Psychiatry and psychology have it wrong. There is a cure for depression and anxiety. Here's an outline of how to find it.

We believe we can do better than we now do in healing anxiety and depression. Because we used to; and in some parts of the world, still do.

And this is an urgent concern: some are suffering the torments of hell. People are killing themselves.

Unfortunately, the reader, if galvanized to act, cannot put down this book and easily proceed on their own.

What is mental illness?

To begin with, it is not an illness.

Illness here is a metaphor. It relies on thinking of the mind as equivalent to the body. It is not.

The body is like a machine we operate. Each part has a purpose, and if it fails to achieve its purpose, we are ill.

The mind is not something we operate. It is our self.

What is the purpose of a self?

Where does narcissism start?

Here's a clue from the news.

So What Is Depression?