Everyone in therapy, or affected by therapeutic reflection even as diluted by the tears of TV-talk, is in search of an adequate biography: How do I put together into a coherent image the pieces of my life? How do I find the basic plot of my story? To uncover the innate

The goals varied, but without question each required performance. My recovery relied upon a coherent narrative and an audience to follow it. It could never be entirely for myself, because it needed to be not only validated but celebrated. It would be worthless otherwise.