The second problem I have a problem, or so I thought for a long time. Something bothered me immensely. Whether it was: suffering, illness, injustice, bullying, abuse, loss, or anything else that threw me off track, what's certain is that the pain of it was etched into my mind. I got incredibly upset about it, simmered with anger and resentment, shrouded myself in self-pity and depression, occupied myself with all sorts of distractions, and did all sorts of things to try and get rid of the pain. Soon I realized that the thought about my problem had become lodged inside me, like a bird that has built a nest in my tree. I'm starting to brood over the negative feelings. Day and night, they give me no peace. I'm getting so worked up about this terrible situation that I'm constantly preoccupied with all sorts of possible and even impossible scenarios. Soon, I'm experiencing increasing difficulty concentrating. Coping with everyday tasks becomes more and m...
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