Whenever I notice myself “hating” someone, I ask myself, what is the projection? What denied part of myself does this person remind me of? In this manner, the Other shifts into “honorable opponent,” who is showing the mirror to myself. Then, of course, the question becomes, how, when, and where did the denial begin? And why?
Therefore, what do I owe TDS sufferers, but compassion?
Always, every day, over and over again, I invite myself to remember:
