Once I as in a class and the leader gave an example of this horrible experience having to do with a buyer finding a body that had been there for days. Just that year my estranged husband was found just like that. I sat really still and controlled myself , I managed to not run screaming and crying from the room. After class was over, I went up my best friend and just collapsed on the shoulder crying. I got comfort but the teacher was really wondering what was wrong with me. My best friend handled it all for me I never missed a class I got over it I handled it after that within myself. If you treat a problem like it’s a big mountain it will be a big mountain.
Thank you for sharing that. We live in an era in which an entire generation has been self-esteemed onto pedestals. I think of my grandparents’ generation and all they endured: depression, war, liberating a continent, etc. My grandfather lost his leg in an industrial accident before disability rights and automatic automobiles (driving standard is difficult with one leg), but he didn’t have the option of failure. Thirty somethings, a group to which I belong, and younger are screwed if something bad happens to our way of life. God bless!