Feed each other with fresh thoughts

I couldn’t find a way to let myself off the hook, in my mind, for something I’d done, a conflict I’d contributed to, missteps I’d made. My mind was scrambling for ways to feel better. Then a friend advised me not to resist my gnawing inner discomfort but rather to cradle it, sit with it, give it love as if it were a screaming child. This fresh way of addressing my situation gave my mind a chance to rest.