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Authors: MD Michael Bennett

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• Judge your sobriety and self-control objectively

• Manage behaviors you want to change rather than attack yourself for having them

• Ignore shame, and respect yourself for what you're trying to achieve

• Value a good effort, regardless of results

Here's how you can do it:

• Define your standards for sober behavior

• Decide how much effort, shame, and frustration are worth enduring for the sake of change

• Accept the limits of your responsibility for having addictions so you can take more responsibility for managing them

• Get help from people who are doing the same thing but are further along, be they friends or fellow addicts at AA or NA meetings

Your Script

Dear [Me/Family Member/Beloved Bartender/Anyone Affected by My Addiction],

I know you've urged me to get [help/lost/out of town] because of the effect my [insert addictive behavior, from booze to online poker] has had on your [car insurance/credit rating/reputation]. I assure you that, in addition to regretting the effect of my behavior, I'm also sorry about the [insert verb related to blatant dishonesty] that has worn out your trust. I cannot promise to stop the behavior that has made me act like such a [insert synonym for “dickhead”], but I will try to stop it and also be honest about it. Please let me know if you think I am [slipping/sounding sleazy/getting back that old self-absorption] and I will use your input to get stronger, one day at a time.

Did You Know . . . That Your Shrink Talks about You?

Like so many of those born and raised in Brookline, Massachusetts—the home to 2 percent of the world's psychiatrists, which is a factoid I'm almost positive my mother didn't make up—I am the product of two shrink parents. Upon discovering this fact, most people ask me questions I can't answer or take seriously; I can't tell you if my childhood was weird, because I didn't spend time with another set of parents to compare it to, and I won't tell you if it means I'm crazy, just as I wouldn't ask the child of two lawyers if that means he's an argumentative Asshole stereotype.

Nobody seems to ask me the one question I can answer rather definitively, which is, yes, your shrink talks about you, and not just to her shrink, who is Peter Bogdanovich, because
The Sopranos
isn't universally accurate. If the fact that your shrink shares feels like a violation, it isn't, neither literally nor technically; it's perfectly aboveboard for any medical professional to discuss their patients as long as they don't disclose any identifying specifics (name, address, etc.). Your secrets may not be safe with your shrink, but your identity is.

That might sound contradictory, but the people my parents would discuss over family-style takeout from Caffe Luna—from the severely mentally ill patients they treated while working in a public hospital to the anonymous people that would walk up the back stairs to my father's home office—were not discussed simply as people. This is not just because their names were never mentioned but because my parents would discuss their patients' problems and diseases, not their lives, and there's a world of difference between trying to suss out a diagnosis and dishing juicy gossip (for one, the latter is fun to overhear and the former is boring, even if you're not a child just waiting for dinner to end so you can get your homework done before must-see TV).

Because mental illness is a less tangible disease than diabetes or cancer,
people forget that psychiatrists, or at least the ones who raised me, approach your problems the way any other good medical doctor would their patients' ailments; unemotionally, efficiently, and passionately enough to get a second opinion, even if that colleague is also a spouse. People also fail to realize that their problems are like snowflakes; not because theirs are unique, but because, aside from a few nearly imperceptible details, theirs are akin to millions of other ones just like it that, during February in New England, at least, are fucking everywhere.

If you're lucky, your shrink isn't talking about you as a first-date anecdote or to make another, even crazier patient feel better, but with her spouse, surrounded by her uninterested children—who are patiently waiting for her to clock out—in order to determine what treatment would suit your anonymous self best.

The urge to self-improve is universal and always carries a potential for dangerous self-destruction if we promise to change ourselves before taking into account what's fixed in stone and will remain so, regardless of the sincerity of our wishes or what well-intentioned friends, self-help books, and novelty mugs say. If we can learn to limit our responsibilities, and hopes, to what is actually under our control, then hard work will always pay off and we will always have a chance to succeed.

Use your experience and common sense to define the limits of what you can change, however unhappy that makes you feel. Then, when you define tasks for yourself, you can be confident they'll be realistic and achievable and that your effort will be meaningful. Put doing good over feeling good, and you will get good results.

chapter two
fuck self-esteem

People think self-esteem is the hallmark of good mental health, but, given the number of people who base their self-worth on having good looks, a positive outlook, money, or just luck, that assessment doesn't mean much. Donald Trump has more than enough self-esteem, but if what's going on on top of his head is a reflection of what's going on inside, then his mental health is in trouble.

Indeed, people who feel good because of something they really don't control are the first to feel like failures when their luck sours and they lose whatever they thought of as their claim to fame. Add to this the way advertisers encourage you to think their product will make you a winner—sexy, beautiful, fashionable—and you have reason to classify self-esteem, as it's usually experienced, as a dangerous drug that should have a black box warning.

Further proof of the risk of overvaluing self-esteem is offered by those people who have too much self-esteem and see themselves as superior and exceptional (see sidebar
here
). They're the ones
who have little awareness of their ability to act like jerks and cause unnecessary harm. They are proud of their ability to be honest and speak out about truths that others are too polite or timid to talk about; they believe in themselves to the point of self-worship, and, most important, they're usually Assholes (see chapter 9).

The Gospel of Self-Esteem would argue that you can't stand up for yourself until you love yourself enough, thus making self-esteem an essential vitamin to take before you can gain control of your life and do what you think is right without being overly influenced or intimidated by others. This gospel can be read in psalms of Oprah, Tony Robbins, and even the most holy, RuPaul.

If this were true, however, many people who are anxious, shy, or compulsively self-doubting would be doomed to a life of passivity and paralysis, and clearly they aren't. People who have done terrible things wouldn't be able to move forward until they found some way to redeem themselves, which if you've seen an MSNBC weekend
Lockup
-athon, is clearly not true. A lot of people would be stuck in a rut, lacking the self-esteem to do things that would make them like themselves and thus give them self-esteem.

Fortunately, you don't have to have self-esteem to value things in life apart from wealth, good luck, and good feelings. When shy people find the strength to deal with people because they're determined to make a living and support themselves, or when an ugly person socializes because of a wish to be positively involved with others, or when a mean-drunk alcoholic tries to get sober, they're acting according to their idea of what's good, and their actions build self-esteem, regardless of how bad they feel about themselves or whether they succeed.

Doing what you believe is worthwhile is the only source of real self-esteem, even if doing so makes you feel inferior, exposed, and ashamed in the short run. Loss of self-esteem in the service of good values is no sin; self-esteem arising from good feeling is no virtue.

That's why people who are extremely unlucky, like those in my practice with severe mental illness, need never feel excluded from the supposed healthiness of high self-esteem. They may be chronically disabled, preoccupied with voices in their heads, careless of their
appearance, and unable to work. If, however, they find a way to help one another, or do something useful with whatever abilities they have, they can and should have as much true confidence as people who are normal or gifted. Indeed, they should have more, because their challenge is greater and their achievement that much more awesome.

Fighting the Loser's Curse

The funny thing about needing to feel better about yourself is that it often starts with feeling that you are worse off than someone else. You can take a look at your accomplishments and feel like you're on top of the world, but it only takes one guy who's doing better to bring you back down to earth and right into the dumps.

Like other mammals that live in packs, we note whether our status is more or less than that of our equals, with a default value-calculator that bases worth on attributes over which we have limited control, like physical attractiveness, happiness, intelligence, and strength. In other words, we are hardwired to grade ourselves by comparisons and qualities we can't actually do much about.

Meanwhile, you can have many other positive qualities—carefulness, loyalty, patience, etc.—that you
do
control and that are less superficial indicators of character and self-worth. Unfortunately, they're qualities that, according to your instinctive internal-value calculator, come up as a zero.

Calculator aside, many people can't take pride in the qualities they see in themselves because their standards are too high or their pond is too big and there are too many fish bigger than they are. Sometimes the qualities in their self-inventory, like intelligence, beauty, or strength, are substandard, weak, or obnoxious and, worst of all, limited. The horror.

It's natural, then, to wonder how you can possibly feel better about yourself when you don't like what you see, what you see may actually suck, and what you don't like is probably not going to get better.

Some people would answer that you should love yourself
unconditionally, either directly or by imagining yourself as loved by a deity or by your fellow deity-worshippers. Unfortunately, while boosting self-love in this way may make you feel better and act more confidently, it won't stop you from acting like a jerk or overdepending on the support of your congregation and its leader, so this method may lead to Koran burnings, Kool-Aid parties, and other bad behavior that feels good because you've disconnected your sense of value from your own ideas about good, bad, and common sense.

Other people argue that you can feel better about yourself by finding what you enjoy and/or are best at, and devoting yourself to it, which would be perfectly good advice if it was something everyone could do. The sad truth is that some people don't have any talent or interest, and sometimes life circumstances don't allow them to develop whatever life talent they have. So while it's certainly worthwhile to try to develop your talents and seek fulfillment, it's dangerous to say you should be able to make it happen and thus make yourself responsible for producing a solution you don't control.

Instead, accept the fact that sometimes you can't and won't feel good about yourself. That's no reason, however, for stopping yourself from doing good things and writing off your feelings of low self-esteem as an unimportant by-product of a hard life, perfectionism, or subpar personal equipment.

As long as you do your best to be independent, be decent, and live up to your values, you'll have more reason to respect yourself and actually feel good than if you were super smart, rich, and the fittest of the herd.

Here are telltale signs that feeling better is not an option:

• You've been doing a good job search every day, but you still can't get an interview or afford to eat food that doesn't come from a can

• Plastic surgery is outside your budget, and besides, medical experts say your schnoz is beyond help

• Your doctor talks about fibromyalgia and refers you to a pain specialist

• RuPaul says you need to love yourself before you love someone else, but at this point, you've given up and just—gasp—hate RuPaul

Among the wishes people express when they just can't like or respect themselves are:

• To change what they don't like about themselves

• To have therapy make them like themselves

• To figure out how to get their confidence back

• To purge themselves of self-hate

Here are three examples:

I've never liked myself or, to tell you the truth, been very likable. I know it just sounds like I'm putting myself down, but the fact is, I'm not especially good-looking, my grades in school were always average, and I'm a klutz who was always chosen last on any team and hates sports. Now I work at a boring job, live with roommates because I can't afford to live alone, and date occasionally. I'd actually become comfortable with my status in life, but as the years go by and nothing changes, I'm starting to get restless. My goal is to figure out how I will ever, ever be a winner when there's nothing about me or my life that seems interesting, attractive, or just plain worthwhile.

I'm glad my marriage has ended, but I just can't seem to get over my divorce. I miss having a husband and the greater financial security and support I had when there were the two of us. The kids are good and they're doing well, but I can't seem to recover my confidence; I'm over my husband, but I won't feel like I've moved on until I've found someone else and become a wife again, which won't be easy since I'm no longer young and good-looking, and most men my age are no longer single. The only guys who want to date me seem to be creeps who are actually already married or just want to be with an older woman. My goal is to find the confidence I used to have, so I don't drive people away and doom myself to a life of mediocrity.

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