But the me that came out was a surprise: lusty, full of desires, bursting with energy. Very different from the passive, diffident, listless “me.” I was “headstrong,” as it were. Full of passion. Not at all the indifferent, disaffected, bored young woman I had been to date. In addition to recalling childhood experiences with greater depth and accuracy, psychotherapy involved some important relearning. At one point my therapist remarked, “You are so hard on yourself!” I needed to understand that I