I hired an editor, got some real help with my book, and eventually found a publisher. But the greatest takeaway of it all, whose healing glory I had inexplicably failed to grasp all those years of both giving and getting therapy, was the fact that the mind, in a brilliant psychic interplay of self drawing self, is the architect of our reality. And it is entirely possible, when that reality is no longer working for us, to build an altogether different one. One in which we never fail to act on our own behalf.