God seeth different abilities and frailties of men, which may move His goodness to be merciful to their different improvements in virtue.
It's always a Catch-22 situation. They hate you if you're the same, and they hate you if you're different.
I have not spent years in therapy; I tried therapy in my mid-twenties, and it did not go very well. I just thought, 'This is so not for me. I would rather talk to one of my girlfriends.' I'm not at a point in my life when I'm analyzing too much. I have young children, and I'm just pretty much crazed

