I remember when I was twenty years old, I went to a therapist for depression because my grandfather had just died that week. I was devastated. He asked me what I had in my life to anchor onto, to give me hope. I told him that I held onto the fact that I was a great writer in the making. He asked me what I meant, and I told him that being a great writer was in my blood and that one day my works would be published all over the world and reach millions of people. He told me, "But you are not a great writer in reality." (Don't go to this guy if you are depressed!) I responded, "yes I am, that is a fact; it just has not emerged in the world yet, but it is a truth in my heart — a part of my truest reality." He sternly and seriously told me my thinking was dangerously close to delusions of grandeur. Not the first time I've heard that! I told him excitedly, which further disturbed him, "Thank you. I am happy with that. I would rather have that, than delusions of insignificance." He was not amused and loudly scribbled something in my file. I have to say that it feels good knowing I never let anyone destroy my dreams, not that I keep score — ok, well maybe I do a little.
— Bryant McGill
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