"Beauty has been corrupted by being thought attainable at any cost, so it's not useful to me. I am interested in damage. " Laylah Ali

I just sat silently with an angry sobbing child. This was not the cathartic cry that turns the page and cleanses the soul and let's me know that I did my job. Have you seen the Princes of Tides? Not like that. No one will be whispering my name to the wind. This was the crying of a child who really actually gets how unfair and sad her life is, and feels trapped. I cried too. And sat and prayed. Watched her pull apart her nail beds. Best therapist ever!

Earlier I blessed the world with Mariah Carepy, but I am revising my therapeutic model. "What is your approach?" they ask. "I practice mistake-based therapy," I answer. I mess up and then I think about it, and I try not to keep messing up. Right now I am thinking about the Sermon on the Mount and the weak become the strong and the first will be last. Let's say that damaged people will become the most beautiful. I myself am literally spiraled in scars, so that makes me--Heidi Klum?

She is just precious. And did you read about how she made pregnancy hip again? Expect a major reversal in the developed world's birthrate.

Today I also hung out with a cool kid who had just finished three years of therapy with, like, the world's nicest guy; I was a bit of a disappointment. He talked with such pride about how he changed in therapy and what he had learned. How when he started he wouldn't even look at the guy because he thought he might cry. He recalled all the good times and the compliments paid by this man, and it wasn't hard to get through the fog of my jealousy and insecurity to see the possibilities that exist when I have one of these kids in my office. Oh yeah, that's right: I have my own office. And my own card. It reads:

St. Renegade

Mistake-Based Therapist

And

Kick Ass Social Worker

"I am interested in your damage."