Each of us are already storytellers, but often we’re not the authors of them.

We are storytellers by default—assigning meaning to our experiences according to the cultural and familial scripts we’ve inherited and missing the chance to choose our own beginnings, endings, and adventures in the middle.

No one lacks meaning in their lives.

What many of us

Let us then be willing for a while to entertain the notion that the story we tell ourselves of our lives is a confabulation, a fiction. Ultimately, we will need some sort of story in place, for without one we would lack any coherent sense of identity. But perhaps for a while we can gently reconsider our personal tale and see whether it can be shape

Those are the moments when I know that it’s time to tell myself a story so I can understand my behavior and solve the complex problem of my personal history. The solutions often make for great stories and provide us with opportunities to more fully understand ourselves. To make meaning out of who we are from the stories we have lived.

WE GENERALLY FEEL defined by our past. Our past, however, is a story that we tell ourselves in the present. We create it every day when we accept the narratives we have developed about who we are and why we are who we are. ‘I’m like this because this happened to me’ is a common refrain in the modern world, where familiar fragments of psychoanalysis