I recently watched Guillermo del Toro’s new, emotionally charged adaptation of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, and once again found myself deeply—almost overwhelmingly—moved by the plight of the creature. It isn’t simply the tragedy of the narrative that touches me, but the raw psychoanalytic truth woven through the monster’s journey—a truth I encounter daily and see echoed throughout society. I have always struggled with watching Frankenstein, feeling immense empathy for “the c

This is a question I’m hearing more and more—whether from friends, family, or fellow therapists. As someone with a background in...