My mind was my personal hell

I was sitting in a coffee shop, sipping a latte and talking to my friend Susannah. I'd only known her for a month, but she was so warm that I told her something I'd never told anyone. My secret? My mind was my personal hell. I spent my days grinding away mentally about everything. My husband's business eventually failing. My 7-year-old's behavior being abnormal. Winding up as an old bag lady digging in trashcans for food. Susannah just said, "Oh, this is what I do." What I almost didn't learn...