Wow, I just looked at my home page and it started off with two very yucky titles: The dark dog of exhaustion and the deep suck of depression… I think it is time to turn this around, so let’s go with the topic of authenticity. Is there a way to be genuine, honest and real, even if the emotional climate is difficult? Authenticity feels good to others, but indulgence does not — at least not to me. Perhaps the difference lies in how we tell the story of our lives: did we think we were supposed to be a hero, and found we are not (and are upset about that fact), or do we believe we feel, and fall, and find meaning much like everyone else, and we try to tell our story true, so we can find each other?