At root, self-pity is a stalling device. It is a temper tantrum, a self-inflicted drama that has little to do, ever, with the facts. Self-pit is not very interested in facts. What it likes is "stories." Self-pity thrives on stories that go, "Poor innocent me and terrible, mean them ..." Self pity likes to make us feel the world is an adversarial place and that the odds are stacked against us. Self-pity likes to point out the way we are never truly appreciated, valued, cherished. What self-pity really wants is a cheering section and a fan club. Although self pity appears to be grounded in the lack of appreciation from others, it is actually grounded in our own discounting of our self and our struggles. A few tears of sorrow over work ill used, a moment of surrender to our genuine fatigue and heartbreak — a little grief can very quickly take the claws out of self-pity's hold on us. When we say, "of course you feel bad," then we are on the brink of something a little interesting. We begin to raise the question "If this makes me feel so bad, what can I change?" and that question snaps us back onto our own creative spine.