Saviour syndrome
I have a patient who reminds me a bit of Amy Winehouse. She dresses in a way that’s ultra-feminine but aggressive at the same time. “What do you mean? It’s just how I dress.” Just! I love just! It comes up all the time in therapy. Nothing is just anything (not even a cigar). She is fantastically self-destructive. “Why shouldn’t I drink and do drugs? I’m not hurting anyone else?” She is terribly sad. “Isn’t everyone? And nothing you say will change the past anyway.” She is chronically lonely. “Everyone always leaves. But that’s life, right?” I think I used to be a bit like her.