Well, that was interesting.
The pit of despair was cold and drafty, and it wasn’t much fun. It’s been a while since I was stuck there, and I’d forgotten how unproductive and self-defeating it is to get stuck there.
Even at the bottom of a well, if I keep looking up, I see light.
So, I got down to work, did something constructive with all my energy, and just took it one hour at a time.
And I remembered, for all my difficulties, there are many people in the world who would love to have my problems. Because they happen in the process of me living what’s overall a really good life. And all my worry and distress really makes me more aware of how others feel and how they, too, struggle with things — whether those things are “hard” or “easy” for others.
Compassion. That’s what came of it. For myself and for everybody else.
Now I’m back, and life goes on.
Better, though, this time.