“Nobody likes me. I am unlikeable.” “I am going to die alone.” “I don’t deserve to live.” How do the stories people tell themselves reach this dead-end of despair? Did it start with abuse at home for not living up to the family’s expectations? Or maybe it was the ridicule by teachers for not being fast enough? Each “not enough” being notched in the scorecard shaping their sense of who they are, their identity. Until they reach a point in their life when the burden of these problem-saturated stories is too heavy to carry. Others might look at them and wonder, “What’s wrong with them?” When the question is really, “What have they been up against and what are the adversities they have faced that have shaped their stories of themselves?” Human beings are meaning-makers. Stories we tell ourselves help us provide structure for meaning-making. A father gives the child an angry look and the child reckons, “I have done something bad.” The father looks at the child with anger most of the time and …