There are two of me, one believes you implicitly, all br arguments and problems are my fault, everything I br say is wrong – as you claim with such conviction – br this enables me to respect and honour you br quite unconditionally br br And an inner core, a rebel self who believes for mental br health I should believe something else, I have a right to br an opinion, you make mistakes and refuse to listen, I’m br not the mean and egoistic being you believe me to be br this enables me to tolerate myself br br Not die on the spot of shame and humiliation for being me br though you are Doctor Know-It-All and Mr Perfect, I have a br right to be imperfect, horrible me without pretension; - if I did br not move all this into negative me, I would have had nothing br left - but the positive side still believes br br Someday I shall be vindicated in love…br br Margaret Alice Secondbr br