Over a decade ago, I wrote a song with the ending chorus: “And I can feel it, Your hand on my hair, and I hear Your voice say, ‘I’m already there.’ I don’t need to worry. You have it under control, And You take good care of me. You’re so wonderful. I’m Your sweet, precious child, whom You’ve already reconciled. You made me new. You made me whole. I’m already there, already there. I’m good enough.” Only it didn’t end with “good enough” originally. It wasn’t even within the realm of my conception to think I could ever be good enough for anything. The line was amended a few years into recovery, several years after the song was written. I floundered for decades in depression and despair because I was “the lost child” in my family. I didn’t suffer from unthinkable abuses or parental alcoholism. I had a melancholic disposition with a huge dose of naiveite. I felt ignored, overlooked, and unwanted. My inner brokenness warped my brain, literally (I have the scans to prove it), and skewed my perception in ways that only allowed me to experience rejection, humiliation, and shame in relation to other people. Armed with the knowledge that I can change my perception and thereby alter my reality, I’ve set forth on a mission to rewire my neurological connections. I often wish it could be as simple as popping in a pair of corrective lenses; it is simple, but it’s not easy.