Integrity is the recognition of the fact that you cannot fake your consciousness, just as honesty is the recognition of the fact that you cannot fake existence.
I always imagined that you might write something about me. I wanted to leave an imprint on your life. I don__ want to be __ust another patient_. I wanted to be __pecial_. 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__ forget. I__ exist then. (Marge__ letter to Yalom)
Love's Executioner and Other Tales of Psychotherapy
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I always imagined that you might write something about me. I wanted to leave an imprint on your life. I don__ want to be __ust another patient_. I wanted to be __pecial_. 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__ forget. I__ exist then. (Marge__ letter to Yalom)
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