Viktor Frankl

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Viktor Emil Frankl (1905–1997) was born in Vienna into a Jewish family that took ideas seriously — his father had taught himself to read by copying letters from a prayer book by candlelight, one letter at a time. From boyhood Viktor was fascinated by the human mind, writing to Sigmund Freud as a teenager and receiving a personal reply. He trained as a psychiatrist and neurologist, and while still a young man he developed what he called logotherapy — a form of psychotherapy built on a single, unfashionable premise: the deepest human drive is not pleasure, as Freud believed, and not power, as Adler believed, but meaning. He was about to test that theory in the most extreme conditions imaginable. In 1942, Frankl and his family were arrested and deported to Nazi concentration camps. He passed through Auschwitz, Kaufering, and Türkheim. His mother was killed at Auschwitz. His brother died in a labor camp. His wife Tilly died at Bergen-Belsen weeks before liberation. Of his immediate family, only he and his sister survived. What happened inside him during those years became the foundation of the most widely read book about human suffering written in the twentieth century. Within nine days of liberation, he dictated Man’s Search for Meaning — not as an act of bitterness, but as testimony. He wanted the world to know what he had seen: that even in a place designed to strip away everything human, something remained that no guard could confiscate. He returned to Vienna. He rebuilt his practice. He earned a pilot’s license at sixty-seven. He climbed an Alpine peak at eighty. He lectured on five continents and received twenty-nine honorary doctoral degrees. He was a man who had earned every word he ever wrote — and he knew it, and he never let you forget how much those words had cost.

Entries featuring Viktor Frankl

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