I hate the predatory nature of self-help books. I hate that they convinced me that there was something wrong with me that needed fixing just like much of the wellness industry convinces mad people. Can a book really heal my life? Should I let a book convince me that I’m hungry every day because I’m ‘addicted to food’? Do I need to keep men in love with me? I am thinking about the editors and publishing teams that endorsed some of these writer’s ideas and I am wondering if they considered how these titles would age? Now in the utmost of ironies upon ironies,  I am in the process of writing a supposed self-help book and I hope that my book will not stack up like many of the self help books before mine.