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I was in an anxious mood over the weekend, and it got me to thinking about two of the lowest times of my life. I’m referring to times so foundation-shaking that while they were occurring, I wondered if I was going to make it through. By revisiting the darkness, I wasn’t wallowing. In fact, it was the opposite. I was reminding myself that in both cases, my life prospered in tangible ways having lived through them. It’s a technique I learned from a gifted therapist during one of those times, and she called it “the cushion of experience.”
Sign by Olivia Steele [1]