When I left high school in 1965, I planned to become a doctor. But when I flew from Philadelphia to Madison, Wisconsin, I descended into a world of war protests, marijuana, and radical ideas. By the time I emerged I had veered far off course, totally unprepared to heal anyone. In fact, I was the one who needed help.
For years, I worked to regain my shattered confidence. I meditated every day to understand my spiritual nature. I wrote in a journal every day to understand the words flowing through my mind. I studied many self-help methods. After years of trying to fix myself, the breakthrough came from talking to a therapist. Our talks gave me insight and support.
Eventually I felt well enough to reclaim my childhood dream of becoming a healer. So I entered a master’s degree program in counseling psychology at Villanova University. By the time I graduated, at the age of 52, I learned how therapeutic conversations and compassionate guidance help people overcome problems.
I also knew the power of self-help, and I longed to empower my clients to continue this work on their own. That’s when I discovered the Memoir Revolution. Many people were learning about themselves by framing chaotic memories into the coherent structure of Story. Those clients who choose to find their stories, with my help or on their own, can take advantage of this powerful way to understand themselves and their place in the world.
Following my passion for memoir writing, I embarked on a twelve-year odyssey to decipher my own hazy memories of losing my way in the sixties. The resulting memoir, Thinking My Way to the End of the World, provided me with a far greater understanding of myself, offered curious readers a chance to take a ride inside the 60s “counterculture,” and prepared me more than ever to help people find their stories.
Jerry Waxler, M.S.