Love Is Medicine For Sickness
“Love is the medicine for the sickness of the world,”
That’s a saying from Dr. Karl Menninger, one of history’s most honored psychiatrists.
Whether the sickness is mental, emotional, spiritual, or physical, the medicine is the same: love.
In my practice as a psychotherapist, it never escapes my attention.
At the root of most of our breakdowns and wounds in life is the “inability to give or receive real love.”
In other words, the clinical shape of love.
What is real love?
What does real love feel like?
What does one say and do to give and receive real love?
How do I know if my relationship is characterized by real love?
One simple answer to that is ...
When a person feels important around you.
You can’t convince me it’s real love if the person you’re trying to love does not feel important around you.
If you’re the one receiving love, say from a lover or family or friend, you ought to feel important around the person loving you.
Tragically, far too many of us have been exposed to parents or friends or teachers who are disabled to make us feel loved and important.
Psychotherapists are filled with people who have been emotionally crippled because they have never been loved in real ways.
When was the first time you knew you were truly loved, important, and has worth?