In 1969, pop psychiatrist, Thomas A. Harris, MD, wrote a self-help manual called, I’m OK, You’re OK, which became a runaway bestseller, and its title became a catch phrase in the ‘70s. What a nice attitude. It says “I accept myself as OK, and I accept you as OK.” Sounds great, but what if I don’t feel OK about myself? Am I then stuck with, “I’m not OK, but you are”? Does that mean everyone else is somehow more real and entitled than I am? If I’m that “not-OK,” I’m lucky to get scraps. I’ll end up settling for the short end of the stick in every arena of my life. Happiness is for others, not me. Woe is me, poor, poor pitiful not-OK me. What a demeaning way to live in the world!