Recently, I had a revelation. It started with an assignment from a therapist, who asked me to try speaking more kindly to myself. "Sure," I said, internally rolling my eyes. Then, I surprised myself—I took her suggestion seriously. Sitting in my car, I repeated the nice things that I'd heard other people say to me. I realized there it was the first time I had said something nice to myself—ever. 

Celebrating yourself is tough. First off, it feels trite. Do I really have...